12-20-2008, 02:07 AM
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Jasper had never really expect to hear those words come from the man that stood next to him. He'd never anticipated it, only hoped for it, and when those words didn't come, the young man wasn't surprised. He supposed that it only mattered that Ahren knew his son loved him but Jasper suspected that he had been aware of it all along. Why else has Jasper followed him? Because he loved him, because he wanted to make things right. Turning away from the house just a bit, brushing away the cinders and ash that blew toward his face, the young man shuffled his way a bit closer to his father, very lightly grasping the hand that had been offered. He felt like a child again, if only for a moment, peering around his father in front of the stove to see what he might be cooking up. Beyond that though, there was still confusion. There were more questions and more thoughts, but Jasper didn't ask them. He was quiet for the time, staring ahead at the fire with his father. His friend watched from the trees behind them, but Jasper was unaware of that fact. |