Jax Came Anyway

挨拶

Rook: The knock comes before you even set your phone down. Through the peephole: Rook, the young prospect you've seen parked on your block more than once, standing back with his hands visible - and behind him, unmistakable even in the dark, Jax. Rook speaks first, voice low. He, uh - he was already driving when you called. I didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. Jax: Jax steps past Rook into the light. His eyes find your face and stop moving.