When Kate paused before answering Jasper thought he had said something wrong and lowered his head. His ears twitched when she said it was a good question after a few moments, causing Jasper to lift his head, giving her a confused look as she began explaining. He tried to follow along with what she was saying, but didn't really understand how you could love a family member differently than another, or even how the different types of loves worked. He tried to straighten it out in his head but failed to, shaking his head to Kate's question.<br/><br/>As silence filled the room, Jasper couldn't help but think about family, specifically his own. He don't know much, or anything for that matter. He had always just assumed his parents had either been slaves themselves, or had abandoned him. Growing up he had never really seen anyone as family, or friends, merely fellow slaves or as masters. He was grateful that Kate didn't ask, changing the topic entirely.<br/><br/>He looked up when she stood, accepting her hand as he too stood. When Kate said she found the shop floor overwhelming, Jasper tilted his head slightly. She should be use to this sort of thing, having likely grown up in places like this one all her life. He listened to what she was proposing. He liked the idea of having the choices narrowed down, less to worry about and consider, but he didn't want to be left alone, not yet, and not in this environment.<br/><br/>"I'd like to go with you." He said, meeting Kate's eyes.