"When he said he didn't wanna hear another word from the smart ass blond, did he mean you or me?" Ethan whispers it as loud as he can, because he's a little shit like that. - @diedindulvey (the 'he' can be whoever you want, or someone who left the room, whatever you want xD)
feat. @diedindulvey
Leon stands with his arms crossed over his chest. It's a guarded looking posture, an appropriate response after being dressed down by a uniquely stressed Redfield. Maybe it's a tactic to hold his words in. Unlike Ethan, who brazenly stirs the pot.
He rolls his head to level a look at the man. He's smirking and he's well-aware that the deep exhale from Chris is adjacent to disappointment. Managing the Winters' case has aged him — both physically, and his inner-self. He can't really blame the man. It's not like their workplace stress is ever within the realm of normalcy.
"Definitely you." He answers in his own barely hushed tone.
Chris swings around on them. "Take a god damn walk, both of you. A long one."
Leon raises his brows and gives a silent nod. They're not even out of the room before he asks, "What the fuck did you do to the poor man?"
