His answers had her reaching out for him, tracing her fingers up from his arm, to his face, to gather his tears and brush them away. She so very much wanted to get out, pull open the door to the driver’s side and gather Leon into her arms. Maybe lay out in the back of his truck and let him tell her what all had happened or let her love him however she could. Russian lullabies, her touch gentle as she thread fingers through his hair. She’d known by the way he’d practically yelled where he was going over his shoulder that it was in fact an emergency. She’d figured that one of his boy’s had maybe gotten into a spot of trouble as they had in the past. She hadn’t even known that Leon was a grandfather much less that his grandchild was struggling for his life. She felt guilty now, selfish even, still so wrapped up on the shit that went down in her life when it was all so…so stupid and meaningless compared to what Leon had gone through. She couldn’t have known of course, but that didn’t matter so much to her.
When it came down to it she might not have known but she should’ve been there, should’ve known… Leon hadn’t just gotten back, the man had been back for weeks and she’d been avoiding him because she’d been hiding from, well everyone mostly, trying to sort out her feelings, trying to process how she hadn’t seen the crash coming. She should’ve known, would’ve, that Leon was hurting. The man liked to believe he was good at hiding his hurt, how he felt, and she’d be the first to admit the shifter was an apt student at the art. For what usually took the thief a few minutes or a day or two at most had taken her a full Summer getting in as a good a read on the man as she did now. Had she been around to see him, hadn’t spent the better part of the last month hiding she would’ve known, would’ve been able to…something at least…
“I’m so sorry Leon. Truly I am." she whispered, pulling herself across the seat to wrap her arms round him, pull him in for as tight a hug as she could in the amount of space the truck allowed, her face buried in the warmth of his neck, the softness of his hair. She held the embrace a few moments, hands rubbing gently at his back before she returned to her seat, teeth now worrying at her bottom lip as she looked at him, expression twisting into something…uncertain.
She did want to…Leon was a good man, an honest man, one of the few she felt comfortable enough to venture back into that sort of thing with, the whole ‘dating scene’. It had been almost a full summer after all, it was time… She’d always held a secret sort of crush on the older fae, a mild kind of attraction that had slowly but surely morphed into a fondness and a rare genuine affection, mostly oh behalf of Nick, and not wanting to have to deal with having those kinds of thoughts for not just her boyfriend at the time, but his best friend. She’d never wanted to be t h a t kind of girl, refused to be that girl… But…,she and Nick weren’t together anymore,and Leon… Regardless of what happened between them, if things progressed or if nothing came of it, there might be hurt feelings but it wasn’t anything the friendship they had couldn’t stand up to.
Leon was safe, she wanted safe…She wanted…
"If you’re willin to put up with the mess that is me, I wanna. Be with you I mean, try. I’d be honored actually.” she smiled, winking on the end note, teasing though she couldn’t be more serious. But there was something else.
“But…,ya gotta let Nick come home… What happened, what he–it was fucked up, but its no reason to run him outta town and force him to stay away. I appreciate the though but fuck, that's wrong Leon and not you or anyone else has a right to do that. He does need to sort out his shit, he does, but you and I both know the best place for him to do that is here, where he has a home, friends, family that give a damn. Promise me you’ll give him a call later?”
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