It floats in the air, twisting between them, and he doesn't touch it. It's no apology, he won't take it as one, it's just a statement of what she sees as fact.

His eyes narrow a fraction. He doesn't tend to delve when he touches layered emotions, it's generally unnecessary in addition to being rude, but the time's come. He exhales slowly, then holds his breath to avoid her scent clouding and confusing his senses. She's cloaked in a thin layer of calm, the surface layer that never means much even among people who don't know how to guard themselves and regulate what they feel and when they feel it. When he moves boldly beneath that, Jasper's sense slides over…guilt. Reams of it, folded over and over, and all wrapped up in a strange, disconnected sense of calm, determined calm, like a resolution. Almost a sense of relief, when he looks very very close.

He knows she can't feel it when he's looking at her like this, but he still pulls back all the way before he takes a breath again to speak, a little tighter now.

"I don't recall saying otherwise. What exactly is it made you decide on that course of action?"