[Yes, you were. The thought comes immediately when Leon asks if he was supposed to listen-- of course he was, that was the entire point. D has a whole laundry list of reasons why Leon couldn't have come, shouldn't have followed him around the world and found him here, although most of them are selfish and very few involve the fact that Leon shot his father, so while they settle into less of a mess in his mind he figures he'll keep them to himself.

Still. The fact remains: Leon should have listened. D's thin smile thins even further, to the point where it isn't much of a smile anymore at all. That last question hits him too hard, like Leon's grabbed hold of the feeling in his chest and yanked on it as hard as he could.

He can avoid that one, too, for as long as possible. Leon is requesting a place to go for some privacy, and D finds he doesn't have it in him to sneer. People are looking. Alright--] You will have to let go of my wrist, first.

And then you will have to follow me without asking any questions. I trust you've had enough practice at one of those things, at the very, very least.