Once Henry's completely up the stairs and out of view, Jasper brings his hand up to his mouth, smiling as he gently brushes a finger across his bottom lip.
He thought Henry was about to kiss him, which would, like, never- ever happen, ever.
Well, maybe in his wet dreams but not out organically in the wild… other than that one time- but like never, ever again.
Just look at this place.
Henry hates this sappy stuff; for him to be willing to turn his living room like some corny Hallmark movie backdrop would have to mean, he loves Bianca.
Like, a whole lot because Henry would rather take literally any opportunity to be lazy, but instead did this for her.
It must have taken him some serious effort to fill the place with all these purposely placed aphrodisiacs like the vanilla-scented candle lights and plastic rose petals, and, oooh, that plate on the island counter is definitely chocolate-covered strawberries.
Yup, Jasper's gonna eat those all.
He happily waddles into Henry's kitchen, wet shoes squishing uncomfortably as he makes his way to the sweet treats.
After both Henry and his mom snapped at him, he deserves to stuff his face.
He piles a handful into his palm, popping several in his mouth at once. They're perfectly savory and sweet. After fish sticks and peas, fruit and chocolate definitely are the best combinations.
Henry can be his mistress since Jasper's now faithfully committed to consuming every last strawberry. He's gonna marry this plate and spend the wedding night licking it clean.
There's a bit of dirt taste to them, but Jasper's a great metaphorical husband who is willing to look past that flaw.
Once he finishes eating the rest of the strawberries, he mourns how fast he was wed and widowed to them.
Rest In Pieces, taste treats.
"Ohhh," Jasper cuts his thought off, giggling as he glances down at his mud-coated hand, "I'm what tastes like dirt."
Henry told him to clean up before going upstairs- knowing that all the things Jasper needs to clean off are upstairs.
It's always felt kinda ridiculous to Jasper how they can live in this big fancy house but not have a downstairs bathroom.
Whatever, he'll just have to clean up in the kitchen somehow. He's always been good at making do with what he's got.
Jasper pulls off his shoes and holds them upside down over the sink, watching the murky water spill out.
He uses water from the hot tap and a dish brush to scrub off all the mud. It doesn't work very well, and it is only semi-successful in cleaning his converse, but now they're even wetter.
He scans the kitchen for something to help dry them before his gaze lands on the microwave. It only takes a split second for him to shrug and throw his shoes inside.
Henry sighs and picks himself off the floor; he's too wet, cold, and gross to sit here. There's mud caked to his skin, and it makes him want to scratch off all his flesh… or maybe that's just his anxiety.
Either way, he needs to clean up.
He feels a little uneasy jumping in the shower with Jasper downstairs, even though it's something he's never worried about before.
Maybe it's that Jasper could potentially look at him naked, not that Henry thinks he would- but he could.
So, instead of opting for the traditional way to change, Henry moves towards his bed, reaching up towards the canvas that hides his gumtube.
This model is a bit different than his usual one because it doesn't change him into his typical Kid Danger costume. Schwoz specifically made this set of gumballs equipped with random outfits and disguises.
Including a set of pajamas in case he and Ray need to infiltrate an evil slumber party or something.
Henry pulls the tube out from behind the frame and pops one in his mouth before blowing a bubble. He lights up instantly, the crusted mud gone from his skin and hair, his clothes changing around him.
There are patterns of red fluffy wrapping around his arms, and blue fuzz fabric rolls around his waist until his entire body is covered in a ridiculously poofy onesie.
Now that he's clean, Henry shuffles to his closet, heading to the area he has reserved for Jasper's clothes.
Jasper stays over often enough to need his own section. Most of it is just stuff he 'lost' while here, but really, maybe it was his trying to move in subtly.
Fuck, Heney really is a sucker. He had just let him do it.
Jasper was over here all the time anyway. It just made sense to share the space in his closet. Now that Henry's looking, this has got to be at least half of Jasper's wardrobe, if not more.
He pulls out another onesie because Jasper owns them just for fun, unlike Henry. He grabs the closest one, which has the pattern of the American flag.
Henry suspects he only bought it in the first place because it has red and blue on it, and Jasper- the eternal Captain Man and Kid Danger mega fanboy- has a history of buying unholy amounts of random stuff that has their color schemes.
Henry sighs and tucks the pajamas under his arm, mentally preparing himself before finally leaving his room.
He cautiously walks down the stairs since the lights are still off, making it hard to see anything that's not in the candle-lit living room.
He follows the sound of running water around the corner, mouth uncomfortably dry the second he spots the shirtless sight of Jasper.
Jasper's shirt seems to be balled up in his hand, being used as a makeshift washrag, his facing down until he looks up when Jasper hears Henry approach.
Henry stops in his tracks, like a deer in headlights, as his gaze fixates on the water rolling down Jasper's neck as he wipes his shirt over it.
He watches the droplets dribble down his chest, drift into the faint impression of abs, then runs through the groove of his v-line and slides past the waistband of his wet pants.
Wow, the fabric of his jeans clings so tightly to his body that Henry can see the exact shape of Jasper's…
Not that he's looking at it- him.
Like, okay, Henry now notices that, objectively, Jasper's attractive, but that doesn't mean he's attracted to him.
He is secure enough in his sexuality to admit that because he's totally, completely, one hundred percent straight.
Even if Henry were into guys, it would be dudes like Travis McCoy, Ryan Scheckler, Sean Ryan Fox, or Ashton Kutcher.
The only way he'd do a dude is if it was a bucket list bone or something because, one, those guys are hot, and two, and more importantly, they're hot and famous.
And, well, Jasper's not famous.
This is nothing more than a simple observation at most. Sure, it's not the first time he's seen Jasper shirtless, but there's just something slightly different about it than all those other times.
Maybe it's the way Jasper's soaked skin glistens under the candlelight, or perhaps it's how his wet bangs shadow over his face, or it's that his curls are so loose they're almost not there.
Henry doesn't know, but whatever this is, it's just "so hot."
Jasper raises an eyebrow, glancing around the room, "Is it hot? I dunno, it feels kinda chilly to me."
Henry blinks, his guilty gaze flickering up to meet Jasper's eyes, "Hmm?"
"You said it's hot." Jasper points out while he drags the wet rag-shirt down his stomach, "But I think it's sorta cold, though that could be because I don't get gumball privileges." He huffs, tossing his shirt to the side, "You just get to blow a bubble and instantly change into some goofy pajamas. That's not fair."
"Sorry," Henry forces out, avoiding looking at Jasper, "Crime-fighter privileges."
"Rub it in now," Jasper baits, "One day, I'll finally convince Ray to take me on a fight with you guys."
"Yeah, over Ray's dead body," Henry rebuttals, "Which probably won't ever happen because he's indestructible."
"I could be an amazing hero." Jasper insists, "I'd be called Buckets of Danger, or- or Danger Bucket, Or Captain Bucket-"
"Yo, super dork." Henry interjects, tossing him the clothes in his grasp, "I brought you a pair of your own goofy jammies. Obviously, they aren't as cool as mine, but they'll work. I can't have you all half-naked in my kitchen."
"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" Jasper asks, setting them off to the side, "I could've cleaned off in the bathroom if someone had just let me go upstairs. Look at me; I still have mud in my hair."
Henry counters, "You could've washed your hair in the sink."
"I tried that first," Jasper whines, "I kept getting mud in my mouth."
Henry walks over to grasp a chair from the dining table, drags it back to the sink, and then looks over to Jasper expectantly.
Jasper frowns, looking confused which makes Henry roll his eyes when he doesn't understand the silent instructions, and tugs him down onto it.
"See, the sink works fine," Henry insists, rolling up his sleeves, "I'll prove it to you."
Jasper's face only twists more in confusion, blinking as he tries to register Henry's offer before nodding, which Henry decides to take as a sign of approval.
While standing at his side, Henry wraps his hand around the back of the chair, knuckles brushing against his back.
Henry then places his free palm over his shoulder, unconsciously thankful for the excuse to touch his skin, and starts to tilt the chair back.
Jasper lets out a scared squeak and instinctively reaches out, grasping Henry's arm for security.
Henry gives a soft breath of assurance, "I got you."
Jasper doesn't let go of him, but his grip loosens as he wordlessly signals Henry to continue.
Henry swallows hard, unable to look away from Jasper's intense gaze, their eyes locked as he lowers him back, resting the chair secure against the counter.
Jasper lets out an uncomfortable laugh, unsure, "You got me?"
Henry glances back down at the chair, securing its stability, then repeats, "I got you."
Jasper drops his hands and curiously watches his best friend's movements. His face flushes when Henry touches his jaw and carefully guides his chin up so that his hair falls back into the water.
Henry reaches over to dish soap- sure, it's not shampoo, but it'll have to work- and pumps a decently large quantity in his hand before working it through Jasper's hair.
He asks, "This is better, right?"
"Yea," Jasper murmurs, eyes flickering shut, "I still don't get why I can't just go upstairs and take a quick shower, but this is nice."
Henry's fingers freeze as he realizes he could've just let Jasper do that. Damn it.
"Because…" Henry trails off, frowning as he realizes that's what he should've done, "I did not think about that."
Jasper snickers, looking entirely too pleased. How did this smug asshole convince him to wash his hair?
"You know what this reminds me of?" Henry suddenly says, lathering the soap in his roots, "The zoo incident of second grade, only then it wasn't mud in your hair."
"Why do you hate me?" Jasper groans, "It wasn't my fault that bunny was hopping ominously-!" His voice cracks in defense, "A-and it tried to steal my treats!"
Henry snorts, "You mean the treats the zoo keeper gave us to feed the bunnies?"
"If they were for the bunny, then why did I eat them?"
"Because," Henry starts, poking Jasper's forehead, "You're an airhead that doesn't follow directions. Which is how you ended up sliding into a pile of bunny poo-poo."
Jasper cringes, "Whatever, it's not that big of a deal. I'm banned from the zoo anyway."
Henry pushes, "And why is that?"
"It's not my fault. He didn't like being in that cage," Jasper mutters, "I saved him."
"He was a spider- correction, a very, very poisonous spider."
"Rumpy was a good boy." Jasper argues, "He didn't mean to send all those people to the hospital."
Henry chuckles softly, "Only you could manage to fear bunnies but also be willing to try and cuddle a deadly Mexican red rump tarantula."
"You are lucky I can handle spiders, Mister shrieks-like-a girl at the sight of a daddy long leg."
"All spiders are creepy," Henry defends, "At least I'm not afraid of butterflies."
Jasper lifts his head, protesting, "That's because-"
"Stop moving," Henry cuts him off, grasping his face with his soapy hands, smooshing Jasper's cheeks as he jerks his head back in place, "I'm not done yet."
Henry holds Jasper's face so that his lips are squished together, making him resemble a fish as he rambles on, "Those fluttering freaks have no concept of personal space."
Henry slides his fingers down Jasper's temples and back into his hair, letting out a dismissive hum, "Well, neither do you."
Henry can tell by the look on Jasper's face that that statement stung. It didn't help that he had snapped at him earlier for his clingyness. Jasper's been that way since he'd met him.
He always hugged like he'd never been hugged before and would hold on as long as the other person would let them.
"Jasp," Henry murmurs, spreading the soap, "I didn't mean that as a bad thing."
"Nah, I know I'm annoying." He shrugs, "Classic Jasper."
"Well, yeah." Henry acknowledges, "We are all annoying, but we still hang out with each other despite that. Like, I could just not be your friend, but I want to, even with all your quirky qualities."
Jasper's features brighten again, "Really?"
"Duh, you're my day one, dude." Henry answers, flicking water over Jasper's face, "Plus, irritating you is just like a fun bonus."
"Sooo," Jasper starts, flinching while smiling as the springling droplets spray over his skin, "You're saying I can be as annoying as I want, and you'd still be my best friend."
"Well, yeah. That's kind of been the agreement." Henry answers, twirling a lock of Jasper's hair around his finger, "I'd have to, we pen-key promised. That's like the legally binding."
"Legally?" Jasper snickers, peeking his eyes open, "What happens if it's broken? Will Kid Danger come and arrest me?"
"Oh, for sure." Henry nods, biting his lip as he smirks, "Kid Danger would have to put you in jail. That or cut off your pinky."
Jasper dramatically gasps, "But I like my pinky."
"Them's the rules." Henry shrugs, clicking his tongue, "Best not go around breaking pen-key promises."
Jasper looks up, "I guess we are stuck with each other then."
"Yup." Henry looks down, unraveling that same lock of hair, "It's for the best; you'd be lost without me."
"I would." Jasper agrees, nudging Henry's side, "And you'd be bored without me."
"Dude, literally, actually, yeah." Henry admits, rinsing out the last suds of soap, "I was so bored that week you went to Iowa. Ray wouldn't stop flirting with himself in the Mirror, Schwoz was busy trying to build rollerblading rocket shoes or something, and Charlotte kept lecturing me about some stupid midterm test or whatever." He groans before snorting, "Pff, she should know that studying is just doubting your potential."
"Exactly." Jasper agrees, "Who needs to study when you have self-confidence."
"Right." Henry nods, "I'm sure this has no correlation whatsoever to why we are failing classes."
Jasper shakes his head, "Nope, none at all."
Henry smiles down at him, "See, you just get me."
"That's why we are bestest- coolest- most awesomest bestest friends for life." Jasper says, "I love you, man."
Henry's stomach sinks, and his chest aches when he hears those words again. It's so weird that Jasper can drop it so casually over and over, like he wasn't willing to die just to not say it.
Of course, Jasper didn't know anything happened, but still.
Henry's own girlfriend doesn't love him, and he certainly doesn't love her. He's already come to the realization that real relationships don't require it. Dating is transactional; he'll get off, she gets off, and they both leave satisfied.
He's okay with that. It's pretty much all he knows. His parents have been married for nineteen years, and they've never been in love. When Henry even says those words, it's like a passing phrase with no real power.
His parents have always treated love like an expectation instead of an emotion. It's something you have to give, but more importantly, it's something that you have to earn.
Yet, Jasper says it differently. Maybe his family just loves him more or something, or maybe he's just naive. It doesn't really matter why, though. Either way, he really shouldn't love Henry so easily when Henry didn't do anything to deserve it.
It doesn't make sense.
Henry bites the inside of his cheek, "Hey, can I ask you something?"
Jasper numbly nods, chasing the feeling of Henry's fingertips as they rake through his bangs, "Sure.".
"Do you remember our class trip to Camp Tomahawk?"
"Yeah," Jasper murmurs, chasing the feeling of Henry's fingertips as they rake through his bangs, "What about it?"
"When we went canoeing, I threw up in the boat," Henry recalls, squeezing all the remaining water out of Jasper's hair, "and I was so embarrassed, but you told everyone you were the one who did it. Why did you do that?"
"Oh? I don't know." Jasper hums, shrugging, "Cuz I knew you were afraid to be laughed at."
"But why?" Henry repeats, fingers unintentionally squeezing harder at the loose strands of Jasper's hair, "We had only known each other a few days."
Jasper grimaces slightly but chooses not to point out how Henry is fidgeting with his hair a little too roughly, "So?"
"So, why?!" Henry demands, getting increasingly frustrated, "Why me?"
"Because," Jasper insists, "You are my best friend?"
He groans again, yanking in frustration, "But why?! Why do you- !"
'…Love me?' Henry doesn't ask, cutting himself off with an irritated huff.
"Dang, dude, why are you stressin'?"
"I'm not stressin'!" Henry claims, voice raising, "I'm just asking a question; why can't you just answer the stupid fucking question?!"
"Please, don't yell at me." Jasper requests, a pained crack in his voice, "I don't like it."
"What?!" Henry yells, "I'm not yelling!"
"Hen," Jasper calls, expression unreadable as he grasps at Henry's wrist, repeating firmly, "Don't yell at me."
Henry glances at the hair in his hands, a silence hanging in the air as he realizes he was pulling on it pretty hard.
"Oh..." Henry murmurs, tone softening, "Sorry."
"I'm done," Jasper states, "Let me up."
Jasper doesn't often get serious, but when he does, it's unsettling. So, Henry awkwardly nods, obliging, and tilts the chair back upright to settle him back on solid ground.
"I thought Piper was the one with the attitude, jeez." Jasper chides, lifting his hand out, "What is your deal?
Henry turns his gaze, unconsciously sliding his hand into Jasper's palm, entwining their fingers together as he pulls him up to his feet, "I- I dunno. It's nothing, it doesn't matter. Just forget I said anything."
Water rolls off Jasper's bangs, droplets falling past his eyes as he looks at his frustrated friend, "It doesn't seem like nothing."
Henry lifts his face and pulls away when he realizes how close they are, "Dude, I said it doesn't matter. Let's just ignore it."
"Okay, but…" Jasper trails off, "You've been spazzing out on me all day."
Yeah, that's fair. But if Jasper knew what he knew, he'd probably be a trainwreck, too. It's not his fault, well, maybe a little, but how is he supposed to act now?
"Are you okay?" Jasper asks, concern in his tone, "Are you mad at me or something?"
"No, I- I'm just… Tired."" Henry sighs. It's only half a lie, "I've had a long day."
"Then why don't you just go to bed?" Jasper questions, frowning, "You don't have to wait up for me."
"I can't," Henry states, gesturing out, "I gotta clean up first. I can't have my parents or Piper coming back and seeing the place like this."
"Okay," Jasper nods, glancing around, "I can do it if you want?"
"You don't have to do that," Henry says, "It's my mess. I can handle it."
"Okay, but I'ma help. I got water all over the floor and tracked mud in here," Jasper points out, "If Mama Hart sees this, she'll kill us both."
Henry starts to nod in agreement when Jasper abruptly moves towards him. The quick motion makes Henry hyper-aware of Jasper's very- very bare chest.
He dramatically stumbles onto the counter, trying to avoid the sudden closeness of Jasper's body as he reaches his arm out.
"Woah, calm down." Jasper instructs, grabbing his pajamas off the counter from behind Henry, "I'm just gonna change first."
"Oh," Henry murmurs as Jasper backs away, moving to the center of the kitchen to give himself room to change, "Right here?"
"Yeah," Jasper says, unbuttoning his jeans, "Since when does it matter?"
"I don't, I guess." Henry acknowledges neither of them cared about changing in front of the other… until now.
It's different because now he finds himself watching instead of looking away, unintentionally letting his gaze follow the movements of Jasper's hands as they slide inside his waistband, attempting to pry the wet fabric from his skin.
Jasper stops to take a breath when he can't get them down on the first try. He freezes, sensing Henry's stare, and slowly lifts his head to catch his gaze.
Jasper raises a brow, "Like what you see, Honey Bucket?"
At that moment, Henry pales, realizing what he's doing. A blush creeps over his face, cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as he turns away, scowling as he tries to stammer out an excuse.
Then he's saved by the bell, or more accurately, the beep, as his microwave starts going off, gaining their attention as it starts to steam.
"Nice," Jasper states, "My shoes are done."
"Your shoes?"
"Yeah, my shoes," Jasper repeats, struggling to pull his pants down, "Will you get them out of the microwave for me?"
Henry's face twists in confusion, "Why would you put your shoes in the microwave?"
"To dry them," Jasper answers, frustration in his voice when the jeans catch on his hips, "Duh."
"Dude," Henry cringes as he opens the microwave door to reveal a puddle of converse. The plastic soles completely melted, "You could've just used a hair dryer or something."
"Hen, I know that hair dryers are for hair." Jasper scoffs, "I'm not an idiot."
Henry blinks at him slowly, gesturing in disbelief, "You can't even get your pants off."
Jasper takes that as a challenge and makes direct eye contact as he pulls at his pants with all his strength before his feet slide out from under him, and he crashes face-first into the ground.
Henry wants to be smug in the moment, but that smack sounds like it hurts, "Do you need help?"
"Maybe," Jasper mutters an incomprehensible, breathless whine, pushing himself up, "Could you turn on the lights?"
"Yeah," He agrees, hand reaching for the light switch, "Seeing might help."
Henry flips on the lights, illuminating the room brighter than the dim fire from the candles, giving him a clear view of the bruises on Jasper's back as he stands beside him.
"Woah, Dude," Henry breathes, eyes settling on Jasper's back, "What happened?"
Jasper tenses briefly before huffing, "I fell off your roof."
"Oh, yeah." Henry sighs, reaching out to run his fingertips lightly over the purple skin, "I didn't realize you fell that hard."
"Yeah, I dunno." Jasper shrugs off his hand, "I'm just clumsy, I guess."
Henry is about to tell him to be more careful, but his words stop short when Jasper turns to face him again.
The dude is barely wearing any clothes, and seeing all that exposed under the full glow of the kitchen light makes Henry suddenly intimidated.
His eyes seem to want to scan over the freckles and the moles painted over Jasper's abdomen like he's playing connect the dots or something.
Henry also somehow never noticed Jasper's happy-trail. It's kinda cool when you really look at it, which, again, is crazy because it's literally just body hair.
Worse than body hair- it's stomach hair, worse than stomach hair- it's Jasper's stomach hair.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jasper notices, shimmying slightly as he tries to get his sticking jeans off, "You probably think it's funny, huh?" He accuses with a dramatic pout, "I am but a boy trapped in his trousers."
"Yeah, yeah," Henry mumbles, lowering himself to the ground in front of Jasper, "Don't worry, I'll help you."
Jasper swallows hard, "Oh."
Henry rolls his eyes, "Don't sound so excited."
"Oh, sweet?" Jasper corrects, shivering slightly, "I bet these weren't the pants you planned to take off tonight."
"Yeah, no." Henry huffs, raising his hands to his waist, fingers feeling like static against Jasper's skin as he slides past the waistband of his wet pants, "This isn't what I pictured doing."
He looks up as Jasper leans back against the counter, gaze lifting to the ceiling as he tries to avoid staring down at him.
Henry didn't need to see his face to notice how his jaw clenched and his breath shook, a deep flush that spreading all the way down his chest.
Part of Henry gets a sick thrill from igniting this reaction; the other part of him knows this is exactly how a bad porno would start, which could've been fine if he had let Bianca stay.
She'd be the one with this view of him, but instead, Henry's the one here on his knees.
Henry tries not to look in front of him since he's in direct eyesight of Jasper's groin, but every time he glances down, he can't help but let his eyes fall on the very defined shape under Jasper's damp boxer.
Henry groans, "This is so awkward."
"Dude," Jasper complains, "Pull harder."
"That's literally what I'm doing!" Henry huffs, aggressively yanking, "They won't bulge- budge!" He squeaks, correcting himself in a panic, "I meant budge!"
This makes Jasper drop his gaze, an uncomfortable giggle passing through his throat.
"Okay, that's it." He decides, shaking his head, "Just grab a knife or something, cut me outta these."
"Yup." Henry agrees, reaching back to grab a pair of kitchen scissors off the counter, "Good idea!"
Fuck, it's so much harder to try and focus with Jasper actually looking at him now. He can't think; Jasper's skin is just so wet- so warm, and Henry's heart is beating so fast.
The tension in the air only seems to rise between them as Henry starts chopping away at one of Jasper's pant legs, tearing through the seams as fast as he can while still being cautious enough not to snag the sharp blade against his thick thigh.
Henry's almost to the top, scissors sawing through the last bit of waistband when Jasper abruptly stops him with a look of panic.
"Dude," He gasps, grasping his groin, "I think you just cut through my underwear."
Henry curses, "Oh fuck."
The fabric suddenly spread apart, exposing Jasper's waist. He instantly sinks farther back against the counter, pinning the back of his jeans between it and his ass while keeping the front of his boxers with his hand.
"Nope." Henry throws his arms in the air and backs away the second he rises to his feet, "I'm done."
"The nude form is nothing to be embarrassed about." Jasper assures, obviously trying to downplay his discomfort, "It's all natural."
Absolutely not.
Henry covers his eyes, "Yea, I don't care."
"Okay," Jasper says, "The hard part is over. I should be able to get it off myself."
Henry lets out a choking sound, "Don't say the words 'hard' or 'get off' until you are back in pants."
"Got it." Jasper agrees, clicking his tongue, "Your house, your rules, Honey Bucket."
Henry listens to him shuffle for about a minute before peaking past his fingers. He assumed Jasper might be done, but the clear sight of a bare ass says otherwise.
Jasper had finished tearing off the rest of his jeans but was still shuffling into the pajamas Henry had brought down for him.
Huh, he's got freckles on all his ass cheeks too.
After Jasper pulls on his pajamas completely, Henry asks, "Are you decent now?"
"Physically? Yeah," Jasper answers, zipping up his onesie, "Morally? Questionable."
Henry glares at him the second he drops his hand, "I hate you."
"Nah," Jasper snickers, shaking his head, "No, you don't."
Henry's eye twitches, "Well, it would be easier if I could."
"Awe," Jasper sings, nudging his shoulder, "You know you looove me."
"You know what I'd really love?" Henry asks, his cheeks puffing out, "To never talk about this again." He states, lifting his pinky, "So, pen-key promise?"
Jasper smiles as he curls his pinky finger around Henry's, "Talk about what?"