White smoke. That's a good thing Jax thinks to himself. He likes being alone but he's so fucking tired. He just wants to go home and curl up in his shared bed with Space and drift off to sleep. Oh shit Space. I hope Axl got home ok.

Jax coughs into his hand, a little bit of blood and snot now on the palm of his hand. He simply pulls out a wipe and uses some hand sanintizer and cleans his hands. He takes another puff the decides to put out his joint. I should head home. It's late and I'm cold.

When he opens the front door he sees Space asleep on Axl's lap. Well more of he can see their feet over the head of the couch which is what always happens when they fall asleep in Axl's lap.

"Hey," Axl says. Some random shit is playing on the TV. Clearly neither Axl or Space are paying attention to it.

Jax simply grunts. He tosses his jacket off and leaves it on the floor. The kitchen is a mess like usual, the marble counter tops covered in old dishes that never got cleaned and flour from that one time Space baked an entire two layer cake on impulse alone.

"Pick that up," Axl says, not having to look to see that Jax was definetly going to just leave it on the floor.

"And what'll happen if I don't?" Jax says dryily. He knows he's pushing it but he likes to push Axl. Just a little.

It takes a few seconds before Axl gets up. Space may be a heavy sleeper but he doesn't sleep as dead as Jax does. Once he's up, Axl stands as close to possible as he can to Jax. They have a noticable height difference, the height difference being increased because Axl slouches. A lot. But for this moment, he stands up as straight as he can. His sandy blonde hair scrapes the bottom of Jax's chin and they both laugh. Axl looks intimidating but he really isn't. He's a massive softie.

"If you don't pick up your jacket I'll throw it out." Jax can't tell if he's being serious or if he's bluffing. But when Axl's expression softens he can tell it's a bluff. "I'm joking. But please do pick up your jacket. I don't want anyone tripping over it."

"Ok," Jax agrees. Then Axl takes him by surprise. Axl puts his arms around Jax and pulls him into a hug. Normally Jax would pull away but this time he just lets it happen, his arms still by his sides.

"Where were you?" Axl asks, so quiet his voice is nearly a whisper.

Jax puts his hand on Axl's head before answering. "I was just out on a street corner having a smoke."

"I knew I smelled weed on you." Axl looks up at Jax, into his eyes. Those hollow eyes that look so dead. One blue, the other brown. His black hair falls in gentle curls just above his eyebrows. "Space was worried. As he usually is."

"Yeah I thought so." Jax felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

A soft groan comes from the sofa.  The top of Space's head can be seen from over the plush brown sofa, their royal blue hair a small mess. They notice Jax and immediatly hop over the sofa and go to hug him. Once again Jax just lets this happen.

"I missed you! And I was so worried! Are you ok? You're not hurt right? If you're hurt I know how to-"

Jax cuts them off. "I'm ok. I'm fine. Just the usual of coughing up a little blood and mucus."

Space frowns. "You should really stop smoking."

He just shrugs. "Maybe one day."

"No! Today!" Space huffs, frustrated with their friend.

"Tomorrow," Jax nagotiates.

"Fine."

Jax reaches into his pocket to pull out the pack of cigarettes but finds nothing except his lighter. He glares at Axl, knowing exactly who took it.

Axl smirks at him. "You really should stop keeping things in your back pockets."

"Where did you put them?" Jax asks. His tone has an edge in it.

"Now why would I tell you that?"

I should probably give up, I'm not getting them back. But he also does want them back. So he pushes. "Give them back. Now."

"No," Axl says sweetly. "Now go to sleep both of you. You both look dead."

"So do you," Space says, frowning. They finally let go of Jax, releasing him from their grasp.

"I'll be fine, darling. I have to clean up the kitchen since you clearly won't." He looks at both of them when he says this.

"I can help! That way you can get to sleep sooner!" Space offers.

Axl smiles softly. "Ok. Jax, are you going to help?"

"If you give me my smokes back."

"So that's a no then."

Worth a try. Jax heads back to his and Space's shared room and sits down on the bed.

Under the bed is a box where Jax keeps his notebooks. He pulls it out and grabs the notebook on top of the stack. He mindlessly scribbles his thoughts and things that happened to him today. Then he writes in big block letter QUIT SMOKING and closes the notebook just as the door opens.

A tired, sleep deprived looking Space wanders in and plops down on the bed next to Jax. When they first moved in here, Jax thought that Space would want to share a room with Axl since there were only two bedrooms. But Axl wanted a space to himself so he could paint at whatever ungodly hour he wanted without waking anyone up. So Space and Jax share a room.

"Are you gonna stop smoking?" Space asks, drowsy.

Jax just nods. He looks down at his friend who's already out cold. His usual worry stricken features look calm and gentle, the low light from the nightlight - that has to be on otherwise Space can't fall asleep - makes his gentle brown skin look softer. Jax pushes Space's hair from his face and gives him a gentle peck on the forehead before pulling his blanket over him and curling up on the other side of their bed, knowing soon that Space is going to roll over onto his side.