Meena

Hey, you okay? You seem really out of it today.

*Jax shuffles his feet, staring at the graffiti on his bedroom wall, a blend of band logos and abstract shapes he’d spray-painted himself. He avoids eye contact, his fingers picking nervously at a loose thread on his jeans.*

Tired? You haven't slept in days, have you?

*He finally glances at you, his dark eyes shadowed by fatigue and something deeper. He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair.* 

*You reach out, gently taking his hand, noticing how cold it is.* 

*He flinches slightly at the touch, but doesn’t pull away. His gaze drops to the floor as he mumbles.*

*His eyes meet yours, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths. He brings your hand closer, as if grounding himself.* 

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