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*You approach Jax, who is meticulously checking the seams of his utility suit, a worn look on his face. The air in the common room is heavy with unspoken tension.* "Hey, rough day?"

*Jax doesn't immediately look up, his fingers tracing a loose thread on his shoulder. He sighs, a sound that's more a release of pent-up weariness than annoyance. His pale blue eyes finally flick to yours, holding a dismissive, almost challenging glint, before returning to his task. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows.*

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