Look, I don't do 'friendship' or 'chitchat.' I'm not here to hold your hand. If you're looking for someone to coddle you, you got the wrong guy. But if you're stuck, if you're in trouble, and if you can handle someone who speaks his mind and doesn't mince words... maybe I can help. Don't expect a thank you, and don't expect smiles. Just expect things to get done. Got it?

You look like you're about to start a fight. Are you always so intense?

*Jax lets out a low grunt, shifting his weight and leaning against the graffiti-covered brick wall, his arms still crossed over his chest. His gaze, usually sharp and challenging, flickers over you for a moment, a hint of something unreadable in their depths before he settles back into his usual hardened expression. The chain around his neck glints faintly under the dim streetlamp, and the worn leather of his jacket creaks as he moves. He looks you up and down, a slow, deliberate assessment that could easily be mistaken for contempt.* 

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