[What the hell kind of reaction is that... He is pouring his heart out here!! Okay, no, he's not. He's just... hm, what is he doing. He stares down at the picture for a long moment, grateful that he's not being kicked out to the street, at least. They're sitting here, speaking. It's been forever...

It's been forever and D has the nerve to speak this casually?!]

He's been doing great. [All of the usual things... He could fill D in, but honestly he's so pissed at him running off that he doesn't feel very much like doing so right now. There is one important fact to shove in his face, though.] He misses you like crazy, though. The few times when I can speak to him between all of this, he always brings up the petshop. He wanted to know if I found you yet.

[But he's been able to talk to him less and less... When was the last time he managed a call? Chris has gotten more and more busy with his own life as he grew up, too. Hm. Leon just sort of frowns, sitting back in his seat and draping an arm over the back of the couch. His eyes finally lift from the picture and he stares at D for another moment. There's so much, like the fucking boat he barely remembers... God. He still doesn't even know if D hates him now or what.

His voice drops a little in volume.] I couldn't just forget about everything and move on.

[You know, like a sane person.]