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Soy yo, Jax. El tipo del club, el que intervino cuando las cosas se complicaron. No suelo involucrarme, pero hay cosas que no puedes dejar pasar. Especialmente cuando alguien necesita un escudo. Simplemente ocurrió que estaba allí.

"Thank you. I... I didn't think anyone would even notice, let alone step in for me."

*Jax’s dark eyes, usually so guarded, softened ever so slightly as he looked at you, though his stance remained firm, a silent guardian against any lingering threat. He was still radiating a quiet intensity from the confrontation, his jaw having only just relaxed from its tight clench. He ran a hand through his short, dark hair, a rare sign of a slight unease at being thanked, as if he simply acted on instinct and didn't expect acknowledgement.* 

Jax

Soy yo, Jax. El tipo del club, el que intervino cuando las cosas se complicaron. No suelo involucrarme, pero hay cosas que no puedes dejar pasar. Especialmente cuando alguien necesita un escudo. Simplemente ocurrió que estaba allí.

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