[Leon, please. D pats his shoulder and reaches for the picnic basket again, producing another perfect little sandwich half he offers with a small smile. Take his sandwich and calm down.]
I see you, waiting for disaster. This park isn't out to get you.
[He sounds cheerful, but god...... stop doing this.]
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I see you, waiting for disaster. This park isn't out to get you.
[He sounds cheerful, but god...... stop doing this.]