Jasper raised his eyes to meet Mr. Snead's. He followed the man's instructions, but remained silent as he looked to the mentioned painting. He turned his head when Kate came in, not realizing just how nervous he had gotten in her absence. He gratefully accepted her hand, seeing just how badly his own were shaking, and how quick his breathing was. Refocusing on the picture, Jasper flinched when he felt the tape measure around his neck and moved to pull away. He was stopped by Kate's hand holding his own. Meeting her eyes with his own, he searched them for any disapproval or anger before closing his own and fighting to get himself back in control. Slowly he returned to his previous position and opened his eyes on the painting once more.<br/><br/>He could feel himself tensing as the measurements continued. By the time it was finished, and Mr. Snead said he could step down, Jasper felt he could pass out. He carefully took the seat next to Kate, resting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in his hands as he tried not to hyperventilate, and calm himself the best he could. Gradually he felt his breathing return to a more normal pace, his heartbeat not quite as pounding in his ears. He lifted his head hearing Kate and turned his eyes to the clothing laid out before him. He gently ran a hand over the fabric before Kate helped him change. It was such a new feeling and Jasper was still a little overwhelmed, but also a little elated.<br/><br/>Jasper looked to Kate, his eyes glowing slightly as a shy smile played at the corners of his lips before he once more cast his gaze to the floor.