Jasper listened to Kate talking about the snow. From the way she described it, it sounded like a very strange activity. Once more, at the change in topic, Jasper was caught off guard. Had he spoken out loud? Kate wasn't suppose to hear that. Lowering his ears, Jasper remained still as Kate continued. He was confused when she said there was no right or wrong way to act, having  been told the exact opposite all his life, but continued listening without a word.<br/><br/>When Kate had finished Jasper felt torn. He wanted to be open with Kate, to do what she wanted. He wanted to be able to accept physical affection without shying away or feeling uncomfortable but just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet. He wanted to be able to speak freely, something he had been denied for so long it was foreign to do otherwise. He already felt the shame of appearing so weak. He was a pit fighter, trained to be the strongest, to keep his feelings locked away as more often then not they would get you killed. However, in the short time he had been with Kate, Jasper had broken down, and allowed for his feelings to take control. Underneath it all, Jasper could feel anger at himself for allowing this to happen.<br/><br/>Without thinking, Jasper pulled his paw from Kate's hand and moved so he was sitting next to her. He lightly leaned against her, his head down, too tired and confused in his own thoughts to think too much about it.