Jasper hesitated then took the offered drink. He sat down at the chair he'd been leaning against before. He stared at the amber liquid for some moments, before finally drinking from it.
He wanted to say so many things but he didn't know how to begin and what to say and how to say it. He had the tendency to tell long-winded stories with frequent breaks for additional information he thought important for his listener to get the whole picture.
He drank from the whiskey again, hoping the buzz would hit him soon.
"It was terrible, Victor," he began and closed his eyes. At least by now, the violent crying was past and he was left with hot red eyes and a growing headache. "He had this knife and he started cutting himself with it. And he wouldn't stop no matter what we told him. He kept cutting himself. And then this girl came and she must have been his lover because she was crying and-" At the reminder of Queenie's reaction to Silas' imminent death, Jasper's eyes started prickling with tears again. It would have been bad enough for her to learn of his death, let alone witness it!
He wanted to say so many things but he didn't know how to begin and what to say and how to say it. He had the tendency to tell long-winded stories with frequent breaks for additional information he thought important for his listener to get the whole picture.
He drank from the whiskey again, hoping the buzz would hit him soon.
"It was terrible, Victor," he began and closed his eyes. At least by now, the violent crying was past and he was left with hot red eyes and a growing headache. "He had this knife and he started cutting himself with it. And he wouldn't stop no matter what we told him. He kept cutting himself. And then this girl came and she must have been his lover because she was crying and-" At the reminder of Queenie's reaction to Silas' imminent death, Jasper's eyes started prickling with tears again. It would have been bad enough for her to learn of his death, let alone witness it!