"Apparently. I searched for leather care, and got the shoe guy." The guy had been appalled when she brought it to him - not because Jax didn't get it maintained, but because of the blood in it, and on it. It'd taken him a good day to fix it, but because of what'd happened he hadn't even let Tara pay him for it.

She set the kutte aside on his lap, and she screwed up her face as she moved to pin his thumb - imprompteau thumb war. She leaned in to kiss him, careful not to lean on him, or really... into him. She didn't want to make him hurt more, and she knew how hard this would be. It was weird to her - eerie, in fact, that she knew where she could touch, where she couldn't, if she could hug him or not, and when she'd be able to.

This had happened, before. The last time, it'd probably taken longer to heal than it should have since he was in prison, but this had happened, before. He'd been shivved when he was in, although he hadn't had the additional being-hit-by-an-SUV part to go along with it.

"Has the boredom eaten you alive yet? I brought some things that might help." Anything to keep him still and healing.