Tara's brows furrowed when he said it's not what hurts him. It's the last thing she expected to hear from him, to be honest. "My past?" She doesn't get that he's sort of talking about their past. "It can't repeat, here. I- I thought that what happened, that it'd just... eat you up, Jax. To know that it went that bad." She's confused, now, because that's why she's been so worried about the whole thing.

About everything.

"I want that, too. I want our boys to be happy and safe, and you and me--" She leaned towards him, her forehead against his cheek as she closed her eyes, her hands on his neck. "When I left, it'd been months since we were like this." She's trying to tell him how bad it'd been. How alone she'd been - and he'd been, as well. It was the furthest and longest they'd ever been apart since he'd come home from Belfast.