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oh to be a cute little porcelain doll that jax pushes around and teases, he's always leaning on you and messing with you. making fun of your little breakable body. but the moment you get hurt, the moment he hears that resounding and distinct glass breaking noise. he's horrified, so scared he can feel bile crawling up his throat. that's how he knows he's really in trouble, when without a second thought, he's there. jax is there trying to put you back together, screaming for caine to fix you. holding your fragile pieces together. if it was his fault he's apologizing a million times, but god, if it's someone else's fault? he's tearing them to shreds, concoting the worst insults anyone has ever heard, beating them into a pulp, until caine himself is forcing him off.