After her early dinner with Michael, Lana had said goodbye to him in the lobby, thinking they'd better not tempt fate and not sure if Jax might be waiting for her upstairs
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He'd gone to work this morning. Jax wasn't one to blow off his responsibilities, no matter what someone might say, so that's what he done, and about noon, he'd stopped feeling like warmed over shit.
So by the time he got done working and took a shower, he was feeling pretty good. Well, as good as he could considering, anyway. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and a small smile as he knocked on Lana's door.
Lana took a deep breath before she opened the door, not sure what would happen tonight. "Jax, hey," she said softly, searching his face to see what she could find there.
She was surprised at how nervous she was - not that he'd hurt her, he hadn't forced her or deliberately hurt her, but just that not knowing, not understanding what had happened or why or if it changed anything.
"Come on." He took her hand, pulling her toward the sofa, so he could sit, tucking her close, his forehead against her temple. "You're not like anybody I've ever met either, you know."
So by the time he got done working and took a shower, he was feeling pretty good. Well, as good as he could considering, anyway. He was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and a small smile as he knocked on Lana's door.
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Wary, but hopeful.
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She was surprised at how nervous she was - not that he'd hurt her, he hadn't forced her or deliberately hurt her, but just that not knowing, not understanding what had happened or why or if it changed anything.
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Kinda figured didn't it-- all he gave up, to fuck this up. Yeah. It kind of figured.
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"But I don't want you to go."
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The confused stuff could wait.
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She shook her head. "I'm so far outside my element with you."
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