Tara pauses, and she rakes her teeth over her lower lip before she shifts, reaching for it as her eyes flick to Jax's. "I love you," she says first, her voice low, and she presses a kiss to his shoulder, before she doesn't even open it just yet, because she knows. She knows.

"Jax," she says after a moment, and her voice has the weight of a thousand burdens, but it's steady and even.

"It's your file."