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[Don't look at him, eat the crappy toast. He's folding this blanket because it's a mess and because maybe he's awake enough now to remember that this is all very awkward, and if he sits down to eat breakfast he might have to think more about it than he already is. It's a strange thing to feel on edge and relaxed at the same time, about the same thing, but he feels it - Leon can't be here, but it's nice that he is. Familiar. Comfortable. But he shouldn't be.

One of these will have to win out in the end... He doesn't want to think about it!!]

Demanding lunch when you've yet to finish breakfast? One step at a time, please.