"I think we should get food first and find a way to charge your phone so we at least have some way to contact him if necessary," Axl says.

"Ok..." Axl helps Space onto his feet and they make their way to town.  Dry dirt and pebbles crunch under their shoes and occasionally Space trips over a tree root. But eventually they get to town. Axl supports Space who has a twisted ankle from tripping over the tree roots as they walk through town looking for somewhere to eat.

They enter a nearby coffee shop and Axl sets Space down on a chair near the entrance before going to order. Space's mind is full. Mostly about worrying about Jax but also confusing things they're not sure how to interpret. Space looks over to where Axl is and they can't help but smile. They start picking at their nails but feels a sharp pain in their arm, causing them to say, "Ow."

Axl comes over with some pastries, coffee from himself and a hot chocolate for Space. "Darling are you ok?"

"I think I broke my arm."

"Shit. Uh, let's get you to a hosptial, yeah?"

"But what about Jax?" Space protests.

"He'll be fine. He can take care of himself. Besides, I'm sure he's with other people."

"Ok." Space doesn't argue further. They know they can't win this argument. So they keep their worries to themself.