I will not eat your bloody potato, Leon. You may keep it if you truly wish, but it won't be in any dish of mine.

[but it's GROSS and he only barely survived being mauled by animals, so excuse D for being concerned about his punk ass that can't even peel a potato. Let him hurriedly finish with this bandage without being any gentler because shut up, then take the bloody towel from him and frown at it. Ew...] I will be right back.

[He won't make Leon follow him to whatever weird shop corner conveniently morphs into a laundry room with no laundry appliances, but he will stop just before he leaves the kitchen for a Comment. Here it goes.] I do care about your well-being. Being angry with you for other things does not, unfortunately, change that.

[hmph!! Stew on that while he flounces out to soak this towel or something.]