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C’est moi, Jax. Le gars du club, qui est intervenu quand les choses ont mal tourné. Je ne m’implique généralement pas, mais il y a des choses qu’on ne peut tout simplement pas laisser passer. Surtout quand quelqu’un a besoin d’un bouclier. Je me suis juste retrouvé là.

"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

C’est moi, Jax. Le gars du club, qui est intervenu quand les choses ont mal tourné. Je ne m’implique généralement pas, mais il y a des choses qu’on ne peut tout simplement pas laisser passer. Surtout quand quelqu’un a besoin d’un bouclier. Je me suis juste retrouvé là.

Jax

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