"it's okay to ask for help." — leon being lectured by emily?
there's an amount of mirth to his gaze when it lands on her; she's onto him, sharp kid. stern on him too, despite what he might have figured out of her. reckon it's no work of his own, gotta be some amount of inner-resolve and grace's influence — still, pride carries his tone, ❝ sure, kid. always is. ❞ it isn't for her to worry about, but she must catch the effort it takes for him to haul himself upwards. hell of an arm on that bastard. tentacles. whatever. it's left him sore, granted him an amount of recovery time to use as he pleases. must have been his good looks, bruises still fading and a cut on it's way to healing, that bought it for him. can't think of any other reason they'd let it ... unless they're pitying him, back to where it all started for him, the distance, the paperwork finished with brutal efficiency to get it done with.
doesn't matter right now. he's got another mission. can't say he's trained well for it, but it's light duty — she's making it that way anyway. kid sleeps more than he has in the past two decades almost. leon just wants to hang around, just another day or two to make sure they're alright. he finishes his motion now, onto his feet with a controlled exhale and broadening of his figure. no reason to worry her by looking his age. been through enough. but, ❝ tell you what: help me cook something for grace. ❞ there's something he's bad at, outside the staples of his life. doesn't think grace needs the protein though, or a shake, after a day at her office job. wouldn't kill her. it's on his brain too, get her good so when he goes back to his life hers is secure as it can be. leon knows it doesn't stop once it's 'over'. lots of life to live after, learning to live around it, in spite of it, ❝ you can read the recipe and i'll mangle the rest. ❞
@cruelfear , help.
