[Are those weird faces insults to his cooking? How rude.
But no, it's... thanks? Really? D supposes he could have turned Leon back out onto the street, and he could have punched him in the jaw and left the country again, and he could have given him a piece of bread and told him to deal, but he's done pretty much the opposite of all those things. Oh.
...Oh, he's obvious, isn't he. Perhaps not to thick-skulled idiot cops, but some people don't need a written invitation to take a hint. D reaches over without fuss and brushes one last stray piece of rice off Leon's stupid t-shirt.
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But no, it's... thanks? Really? D supposes he could have turned Leon back out onto the street, and he could have punched him in the jaw and left the country again, and he could have given him a piece of bread and told him to deal, but he's done pretty much the opposite of all those things. Oh.
...Oh, he's obvious, isn't he. Perhaps not to thick-skulled idiot cops, but some people don't need a written invitation to take a hint. D reaches over without fuss and brushes one last stray piece of rice off Leon's stupid t-shirt.
Hmm.] You could stand to say it a bit more.