08-18-2021, 06:18 PM
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YOU DON'T WANT MY CONVERSATION — X
JUST NEED SOME CONFIRMATION
JUST NEED SOME CONFIRMATION
Stepping into the room, Leo already had an idea as to what Edmund wanted to talk to him about.
He wasn’t there when everything went down, but with the way everyone reacted it wasn’t hard to find out at least some details, and he regrets the decision to not show up now. Even through the murmurings of what had gone down, the intricate details were always left out- he knew people were sick but he didn’t know if they would die, or even if the person who had done all of this was captured, and he wishes that he had been there to help.
When he hears the door click softly behind them both, and hears the way Edmund stutters, he knows something is weighing on his mind. Understandably so, since it was his family’s recipe that had been messed with, but was there something more to it?
“I can get it done.” Leo says simply, and, damn, does he wish he wasn’t this person- this quiet, awkward person, never being able to say much more than a response. From Ed’s expression it was obvious that there was a lot going on in his head, and he wanted to be able to talk this out more with him.
His eyebrows furrow and he gives a small frown, looking down and away at the ground. The frustrated expression is more for himself than anyone else, and he tries to push through the unnatural silence, trying to find something to say, anything that could help him understand what happened at the bar.
“What happened?”
Leo nearly winces, he honestly wanted it to come out more… delicate? Not as direct.
He resorts to using his hands to sign what he wants to say,
“I wish I was there so I could’ve helped. I know someone spiked the alcohol. Is everyone okay?”
He wasn’t there when everything went down, but with the way everyone reacted it wasn’t hard to find out at least some details, and he regrets the decision to not show up now. Even through the murmurings of what had gone down, the intricate details were always left out- he knew people were sick but he didn’t know if they would die, or even if the person who had done all of this was captured, and he wishes that he had been there to help.
When he hears the door click softly behind them both, and hears the way Edmund stutters, he knows something is weighing on his mind. Understandably so, since it was his family’s recipe that had been messed with, but was there something more to it?
“I can get it done.” Leo says simply, and, damn, does he wish he wasn’t this person- this quiet, awkward person, never being able to say much more than a response. From Ed’s expression it was obvious that there was a lot going on in his head, and he wanted to be able to talk this out more with him.
His eyebrows furrow and he gives a small frown, looking down and away at the ground. The frustrated expression is more for himself than anyone else, and he tries to push through the unnatural silence, trying to find something to say, anything that could help him understand what happened at the bar.
“What happened?”
Leo nearly winces, he honestly wanted it to come out more… delicate? Not as direct.
He resorts to using his hands to sign what he wants to say,
“I wish I was there so I could’ve helped. I know someone spiked the alcohol. Is everyone okay?”