[Jasper wrinkles his nose and seizes the reins when questioned; an interrogation that is both obvious and unwelcome. Knuckles whiten and he braces in the saddle. He sits looking at human hands with a human temper and anger. It is an image that steals his attention for one second.]
It is what it is. I doubt crying over the matter helps anyone.
[His reply, too, is easy, refusing to reveal much emotion for an issue that affects him deeply.]
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It is what it is. I doubt crying over the matter helps anyone.
[His reply, too, is easy, refusing to reveal much emotion for an issue that affects him deeply.]