Jasper can't sleep, these days. Not well, anyway. He's almost used to it, so fuck it; when he wakes up and the sun is nowhere in sight, he just stretches his arms up a little and calls it morning.

Not like there's much to look forward to.

He wanders kind of aimlessly, trying to shake the stiffness out of his leg. No one else should be awake yet

Except, huh. That guy is. And he's going through his stuff like he's throwing half of it away.

"You going somewhere?" Jasper whispers, curious.