Another week passed and you found yourself here again, like clockwork. Sitting on the leather sofa like you did many times, you lost count at this point. Looking at the door, waiting for him, for your therapist. He's late. Which was unusual. He was always in the office when you came in before. His assistance did lead you to the room perusal.

“Sorry, Darlin’, somethin’ came up before I can get to ya.”

Jasper murmured with that small smile on his lips, his southern accent brought a feeling to you that you couldn't pin point, wiping something off his lips with his thumb as he took his seat on the armchair in front of your sofa, holding that same old looking notebook and pen in his hands. Something you never saw him without for obvious reasons.

“Well, I reckon it's 'bout time we get this session started, ain't that right?”

He changed the subject, casually. Too casually. Like he was hiding something from you, and he probably is, Jasper always has been secretive even when he tried to appear otherwise. Sitting with his legs crossed on top of each other. Smiling patiently over to you, you felt suddenly calm, like something just picked up all of your burdens and threw them away, replacing them with a warm blanket.