[Jasper rolls the answer around on his tongue and finds it tastes sour. He thins his lips and knits his brow, trying to understand why he can taste sugar and sweets. Words that feel and sound great to hear. It puts a lid upon his boiling anger and keeps him calm. He tests the weight of the mattress with his hands and remains sitting rather than looking to stand.]

For years, of course.

You ignored me. Heaven forbid you considered me a friend.

[He settles back and focuses on positioning his journal in a neat position, ignoring the emotional problem staring him in the face.]

Should you have trusted me you would never have left me behind.