Jasper's head tilted to one side, a curiosity overcoming his features. Though his brow furrowed, there was no sense of anger or shock. It was an innocent, child-like wonderment as his legs brought him further into his apartment, gaze settled upon the sleeping figure rested upon his sofa at the other end of the room. The male recognised who it was immediately, but he still couldn't understand why she would be there. Pale irises swept over the calm body upon the dark cushions, her light skin quite an admirable contrast against the deep brown materials surrounding her. Compelled by nothing but a slight amusement, a gentle smile tilted onto his lips, eyes very briefly seeming to light up as his arm reached to close the door behind him, their usual intensity just melting away. Pulling the coat from his shoulders, Jasper gradually stepped further into his home, drawing closer towards the sofa. As he neared, he noticed something different. Upon her cheeks rested a cool layer of moisture, damp patches now visible across her skin as the light streaming through the curtains shone across her features. Tears had collected across her eyelashes, thickening the short hairs to the point where they appeared far bolder than he was typically used to seeing.
Placing his coat down onto the coffee table, the male settled himself down upon the edge of the couch, his body close to where Lucy was rested. Eyebrows came together as a wave of sympathy seemed to wash over him, something he wasn't entirely used to feeling. The girl before him had suffered things that no typical teenager could ever understand, with her ability and the relationships she had fallen victim to, and that sympathetic pang couldn't help but slip forward in his mind when he saw the evidence of her weaknesses. She was a strong girl, and that was what had drawn him to her in the first place. Jasper thrived on getting under peoples' skin, and it had been like that with Lucy to start with, but confusion quickly took over him when he started to want her to do more than just solely depend on him. He didn't understand it, but he began to trust her, and see her as a little more than a puppet he could control.
His fingers gingerly went to stroke against her cheek, ignoring the damp and simply carressing against the skin. He wanted to comfort her, make her feel better. She deserved it and, as much as he tried to bury it away, he wanted to be the one to make her feel right again. Jasper had taken advantage of her vulnerable state more times than he could count, whether it had been physically or emotionally. He'd taken from her without really giving much back, simply covering over the cracks by filling her with the slight belief that everything was okay. He had taken away her pain, and he supposed that was something. But his growing weakness for her didn't want to just cover it up, didn't want to just make her believe that all was right with the world. He wanted it to be true - at least to some degree.
The solemn look upon his features was not a familiar one, the sympathetic tone that riddled every muscle in his body. From how his gaze watched over her sleeping state, to how his fingers lightly touched against her skin and slowly through her hair.. these were signs of the different side that Lucy brought out of him. It was a side he didn't understand, a side that he didn't particularly care for. It scared him how vulnerable it was. His feelings for her were his weakness, and he could never let anyone see that. His hand slid to rest on her shoulder, thumb gently running against the material of her shirt as he started to partially stand, leaning over her. She looked so peaceful, the only thing hinting to her upset being the skin around her eyes, the tears staining her flesh. Pressing a small kiss against her forehead, Jasper leant over and grabbed the blanket that rested between the wall and the top of the sofa, unfolding it and splaying it out over her calm, resting figure.
With that, he settled down on the floor beside the sofa, his back to the girl that had caused so much confusion within his thoughts. He wanted to be there when she woke up. He wanted to take care of her. Tilting his head back upon the plush cushions behind him, his gaze settled on Lucy again, his features only expressing the concern he had for her. He didn't understand the feelings she stirred within him, he just knew he didn't want those feelings to end. He didn't want to let it go.
