Jax exhaled slowly and opened his arms, offering Tara that little bit of haven if she wanted it. The way she was talking, even with her love and need, Jax was getting scared she was going to ask him to leave, give her a few days or weeks. He didn't know if he'd be able to do that right now.

"I don't know if it'll be okay. I don't even know what the fuck we can endure. But I gotta have faith that you and I are still something good. We've been through a hell of a lot, babe."

And had probably been through so much more, shit he could only imagine and didn't want to. All the little things she'd let slip, about how the club was cut in half, didn't indicate a good future.

"I'm tryin' to be better Tara. Be a better man to you and for those boys. And that means I can't trap that shit with you if it needs to come out."