Roman almost smiled. It wasn't quite a smile but it was close. "Right."

Jax looked at him. At this person he had been taking shots at for two years through microphones and magazine pages and social media captions and who was sitting across from him now looking nothing like he had expected. Quieter. More present. The kind of person who filled a room differently in real life than they did through a screen.

"Your last album was good," Jax said. The words came out like he was pulling them from somewhere they had been stored against their will.

Roman looked at him for a moment. "I know," he said simply....