[Walls. Windows. Wind. Jasper turns his back on that nostalga; his face twisting in a bitter expression of loss and anger that vanishes with the breeze.
He wonders if he should argue for his feelings or make demands on his old friend's time. Perhaps he should hold his tongue. Perhaps he should head indoors and hide his face.]
I suppose there is nothing else for us to discuss.
no subject
In any case, that is all I wanted to say. We can return to heading to our rooms now.
no subject
He wonders if he should argue for his feelings or make demands on his old friend's time. Perhaps he should hold his tongue. Perhaps he should head indoors and hide his face.]
I suppose there is nothing else for us to discuss.
[It is agreement more than argument.]