"That's a good idea." She flashes a smile that's a little too tight because she knows what's coming, but the rest of it's easy. She's not in that dress - maybe that'll be in a week or two, when the stress of tonight's ended up in that mindless pit where they've put all of their other troubles. Still, she does want to do what she can so that his birthday isn't hopefully going to be ruined, to be remembered as the day he found out his own fate.

It's an hour later when they're in a pretty fancy hotel room with white comforters and bathrobes hanging on the door, with an ashtray on the bedside table and a room service cart holding their empty plates. She'd insisted on them eating before - mostly because she doesn't think she'll want to eat after, and there's just a certain amount with this that she's got to be practical. She's the anchor, right now. The foundation.

Finally, she leans over to kiss Jax, and it's still heavy in her eyes. "Hey - happy birthday." She wants him to know that, before he finally pulls the trigger, and says he just wants to know.