"I'm sure I could find one if I was," he says, letting his eyes travel the edges of the space. This is his first look inside any of the houses, and he doesn't know what to make of it. Even the brownstone hadn't been very antiquated, and he'd never had an apartment with so many rooms.

"Here," he adds, opening the bottle and offering it back. He doesn't make a production of it, just an offer to share what's been given, but he thinks he might not drink it until he sees Jax do it first.

Why Jax would give him anything but booze, he has no idea; he also doesn't know why Jax is giving it to him in the first place.