“I remember it well, it was Maureen and then you proceeded to ask me if she was a girl.” Sophia laughed softly, it was such a ludicrous thing to say but sometimes her mind shut off temporarily and the first things to come to mind were facts she’d learned in school. “Why does it always have to come to me?” She asked softly, she knew what she wanted but she held back from saying it aloud. “What do you want?”
“I don’t even remember if she was a girl or not. Maureen must be another H.H Holmes now, then, right? I’d want to murder everyone that wouldn’t let me knock out after eighteen days of sleep deprivation.” Jasper knew what he wanted, but to articulate such desires into words were difficult. “I want you—-” He paused, coughing. “I want you.” It wasn’t really a statement, but more of a question. “I want you.” He repeated once more, nodding.
