As soon as she told him to come and meet her, she regretted her decision. She should have gone to him, she’s the one who wanted to see him. Walking around, she tapped her phone against her palm, needing something to occupy herself. She was worried and frantic, and waiting those few minutes for him to leave his room and comes to hers felt like hours. She had been so scared, so worried, about him for so many different reasons, that she needed to see him - see for herself - that he was okay. Knowing that he was alright would make her feel better, or as good as she could considering what had been happening lately. Hearing the click of her doorknob, she turned around to see the tall brunette standing in her doorway, “Jasper.”