[D, always great at prioritizing, glares down at the toast just waiting for Leon to shake crumbs all over his couch. That's just what he needs, during this argument--]

Your temper is not an excuse. [That's as far as he gets before he leans back even further, inching closer to closing off entirely again. He's holding back now, still...] I have told you over and over why I could not-- your stubbornness is preventing you from listening!

[He leans forward to put the fruit bowl down with a little smack, crossing his arms and looking away after. Let him make an attempt--quieter.]

I cannot-- do what I am meant to do, with you around. You distract me. You always have. I could not... [hmm.] It had become too much to bear.