After a long conversation by the pool with Jax, I find myself relating to him. Xavier was right when he said that Jax and I had things in common. I just didn't expect us to relate in such a horrible way. I liked the stories he told me of his sister Jenny. We spent the rest of the morning reminiscing about our families. We would trade stories back and forth with each other. It was actually really nice. There were memories that I had forgotten until Jax had reminded me.
After lunch, I had headed out. I had told Jax that I just needed some time alone. I had expected him to put up a fight, but he didn't. It seems that Xavier knows me better, than I know myself. Apparently Xavier had been anticipating my need to be alone, so he had asked Jax to stand down. I was thankful to both of them. Reme
