Jax watched Cass make his weird tuna meal. He actually didn’t mind many foods. It was just tomatoes. The acidic taste wasn’t his cup of tea. “Do you want me to make you guys something?” He eyed the tuna with distaste. “I can make venison if I can manage to kill a deer.” He figured there were still deer in the thick forest. His only issues were zombies and that he didn’t have any arrows. “Then I could just substitute that for lamb in one of my mom’s recipes.” Jax was sure Cass would say no. As far as he was concerned, Cass still thought he was sick. “And I would need to know what’s in your garden and this kitchen.” He knew he would have to improvise. They didn’t have much. Preparing deer would take a while, so this would be lunch or dinner rather than breakfast. “Thank you. For looking out for me.” He looked down at his clothing. They were work clothes now.
“And yes, I’m hurting a lot. My soul and heart hurt. I’m sure you understand.” Jax looked away for a few seconds, glancing out the window. “It’s been hard for five years, and now I’m tacking on six months.” He rolled his eyes at Cass’ joke. “Who said I would become a zombie?” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head in a light manner. “I’ve been alone for a long time. Not saying six months is a long time, but I mean the five years before I met my fiancée.”