[D's response is met, at first, with Leon's usual grumpy, argumentative face. But it fades as he goes on, the fruit bowl gets set down, and those words stop him in his tracks. He can't... do what he's meant to do. He means the whole revenge thing, right? So he was having trouble being a dickbag, is that the message he's getting here?
He's honestly stunned. At first, he's not sure how to respond, so he just stares blankly in his shock before he looks away and pulls his toast back.]
What you're "meant" to do... [He half mumbles it, tapping the toast against his lips.] What about what you want to do?
yOU CANT LEAVE MY DUMB AMERICAN
He's honestly stunned. At first, he's not sure how to respond, so he just stares blankly in his shock before he looks away and pulls his toast back.]
What you're "meant" to do... [He half mumbles it, tapping the toast against his lips.] What about what you want to do?