Something dark falls over Jax's face. "You need not." (He majored in English apparently. Actually that fits those guys are fucking intense.) He glared down at him. "I'm leaving, then, since I'm just so useless. How about you rob a damn bank by yourself?" The question was thicker and louder, as if he'd just come down with a cold, or got something lodged in his throat. He suddenly turned on his heel and fled into the darkening forest, and since he was lithe, small and fast, he disappeared from sight quickly.
He just quietly stood still for a moment and ran after Jax, pushing away his stubborn pride, and he suddenly remembers what he used the money for, "I USED THE MONEY FOR YOU, JAX!" He yelled as he kept running after him, hoping Jax was able to hear him.