Jasper
Jasper waited patiently. She knew how to handle Ron when he was down, just like he knew how to handle her. She sat, staring into her lap until his voice caused her to look up at him. He looked scared, the face of the little boy who accidentally broke his new best friend's hand: probably 15 years ago. It seemed so far away.
"I....I killed someone, he was a good man to, just getting a bear for little Caroline, Caroline." He looked up at her with that sad face, "How long.... How long have I been losing it, how long have I been hurting you and everyone?" She didn't know what to say and simply looked into her friend's eyes pleadingly, hoping he'd understand. He didn't, however, his face seemingly clouded by grief and rage. "How long?!" He exploded.
Shocked, Jasper jumped a bit. Anger didn't look good on Ron, she wasn't used to it. She was usually the one yelling, not the other way around, and she didn't like being on the other end of it at all. Slowly, she took a shuddering breath, "Ron, you know you've never hurt anyone, and you don't loose it. Honestly, this is the only time you've ever been like this and... I don't like it. You've only ever helped all of us at the mansion...especially me. You helped me with my d-" She reached over and gingerly attempted to touch his arm, trying to comfort him in the only way she knew how. It obviously didn't help, in fact, it did quite the opposite.
"No! Don't touch me! I might put you in a comma, or, or...Just leave me alone." He was up and out before Jasper could stop him. She walked over to the door that now hung in shambles, shaking but otherwise looking bored; a facade that she had learned to put up when she was truly hurt. She knelt down and prodded at the rubbish, finally realizing how strong her friend really was, it never struck her since he was always so gentle.
Lost in her own world, Jasper jumped sky high when Berkman placed his hand on her shoulder. However, he quickly removed it as (quite literally) a jolt from her surprise shot up his arm. She didn't bother apologizing. "Do you want me to drive you back to HQ?" He asked, rubbing his arm.
She stood up and straightened her back, looking out the door. "No, I need to go find Arthur and help him finish patrolling."
"I think you've all had enough patrolling for one day." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Jasper shook her head stubbornly and stepped over the wreckage, "nah, the two of us were going to go Christmas shopping."
"Jasper don't do this." He argued, but it fell on deaf ears, Jasper was already gone.
She tried calling Ron multiple times on her way to find Arthur, but after 4 miss dials from her shaking fingers, 2 phone short-circuits, and 5 voice mails, she gave up. She shouted, suddenly frustrated at herself and Ron, and the phone exploded in her hand.
"Just bloody great." The purple haired girl muttered, rubbing her newly burnt fingertips. She then decided to find a payphone and she dialed up Arthur. After finding out where he was, she quickly made her way there and found him. Upon sight of the red haired boy, Jasper began shaking ferociously, tears threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Emotional outbursts were hard to come by with her, but she was also never yelled at by Ron before, and therefore she felt incredibly torn.
Without thinking, she ran over to the Italian and buried her face in his chest. "C-can we g-g-go shopping now?" She hissed, crying and also angry because she was crying.