[Second pass. Jasper stares long into a minute at Hendrik's face; directed as it is towards his journal. He pictures him rifling through its pages, renouncing their relationship and breaking his privacy. Given how reserved and isolated he keeps his life, he should be spitting rage or crying with agitation - but his struggle to feel anything shows in a mild confusion.
He sighs and there is fatigue in his voice. There is no point in bothering to care for feelings ignored in favour of betraying friends and family.]
It is about us.
[After a moment's consideration of finding his ground or fleeing for new, he walks around his old friend and makes for the door. Leaving his diary upon the bed when he steps onto the landing.]
no subject
He sighs and there is fatigue in his voice. There is no point in bothering to care for feelings ignored in favour of betraying friends and family.]
It is about us.
[After a moment's consideration of finding his ground or fleeing for new, he walks around his old friend and makes for the door. Leaving his diary upon the bed when he steps onto the landing.]