"It'll be different, now." She didn't know how, but it would be - he wouldn't have to worry about having nothing, because both of them, together, they'd have everything.

Her eyes searched his, and she spoke quietly, her brows quirking upward. "Do you know- before the night I showed up, it'd been months? I..." Her hand found his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat under her hand. "They are." And she ran her hand up to cup the back of his neck, her eyes searching his. "I need to be connected," she finally said softly, and it wasn't just some innuendo, it was--

We don't know who we are until we're connected to someone else.

"I need to remember who you are, Jax," she murmured before she leaned up to kiss him, her fingers still tight on his shirt.