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Tara knocked on Helen's door, not even knowing what to expect. She looks like a mess. There's a duffle bag hanging on one of her shoulders, and even though she's schooled herself to the point that she's not crying, and her voice is remarkably even... things obviously still aren't okay.

It's only 10:30 - Tara's hoping she's not asleep, and that's why she does knock, and why she forces herself to stand still, to just wait to see if she's home.

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Saffron frowns slightly. She can't say she's unfamiliar with the habit of splitting when things get tough, but then she's never been a mother, or a wife to someone she married for the right reasons. "I'm sorry," she says, though it seems fairly useless. From the way Jax says it, at least, it sounds like Tara's not gone for good. "If there's anything I can do, you know where to find me."

"Yeah. Yeah," Jax said, distracted. "You can stay if you want. I'll make coffee or some shit." It was a token offer; he knew it was written on his face that he was ready to drop.

"Don't be ridiculous, honey, I can tell what you need is shut-eye right now, not company." She goes over and bends down to press a kiss to Jax's forehead. "I'll get out of your hair. I'm just a phone call or a quick elevator ride away if you need anything."

Jax didn't bother to resist. He closed his eyes and let the kiss fall on him, wishing it could take away some of the confusion.

"You're a goddamn angel."

"I know," Saffron replies with a smile, gently teasing. She gives his hand a squeeze, then heads toward the door to let herself out. "I'll see you later."

Despite it all, Jax managed a tired smile and squeezed her hand back. "I'll call you, more shit comes up."

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