Jasper
He hadn’t talked. I thought he would have opened up to me by now, but no.
From what I gathered, he had come out during some weekly event at his dad’s. And that was about it. I presumed his father wasn’t too happy about it, but as Edward wasn’t speaking, I didn’t really know.
I had tried different strategies to make him speak. Showing patience and letting him come to me had been the first one. Obviously, it didn’t work. My next attempt had been asking questions. Edward looked at me, smiled sadly and either shook his head no or shrugged. A few times, I pushed him a bit and he stood up and left, pretending to have something to do. Generally I would receive a text message fifteen minutes later saying: “I can’t, I’m sorry.”