[You're welcome, his food is great. D is glad for the silence, as for once he'd actually like to think about this instead of putting it off. It keeps occurring to him where they are— or more accurately, where they aren't, which for Leon at least is home. Jury is out on whether or not D grew attached enough to LA to consider it home, but it was at least the last place he was comfortable, which counts for something.
But they're in Italy now, in a city neither of them have any attachment to, with no comforts of home except each other. And that's barely approaching "comfort" status, after everything... D shouldn't be thinking of these things at all, but he knows enough now to make an educated guess about what hypocrites his family are— that FBI agent, and his father? He isn't blind.
Left alone he could handle himself, and that seems to be how Father and Grandfather handled themselves, by purposely staying isolated after a certain point... but if he's honest, he's been acutely miserable for ages. He is not that honest, even privately.
When he's finally finished his cake drinks, he sets the empty bottles aside. Here they are, in Italy... both of them... in Italy... How gay is it to reach over and brush back some of Leon's hair that's been ruffled by the breeze? Too late to worry about that now.]
...I was mistaken. I should not have left you— or at all. Humans are capable of struggling, despite all odds... I was tired and afraid. In some ways, I still am.
[god Leon didn't even drink his cake shake and he's still trying to open up here, what's wrong with him? This is going to be a lot more than just "stay, because"—]
With you, unlike all other humans... despite everything, I have been— happy. [strike him down where he sits, this is embarrassing] I thought you might want to know that much.
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But they're in Italy now, in a city neither of them have any attachment to, with no comforts of home except each other. And that's barely approaching "comfort" status, after everything... D shouldn't be thinking of these things at all, but he knows enough now to make an educated guess about what hypocrites his family are— that FBI agent, and his father? He isn't blind.
Left alone he could handle himself, and that seems to be how Father and Grandfather handled themselves, by purposely staying isolated after a certain point... but if he's honest, he's been acutely miserable for ages. He is not that honest, even privately.
When he's finally finished his cake drinks, he sets the empty bottles aside. Here they are, in Italy... both of them... in Italy... How gay is it to reach over and brush back some of Leon's hair that's been ruffled by the breeze? Too late to worry about that now.]
...I was mistaken. I should not have left you— or at all. Humans are capable of struggling, despite all odds... I was tired and afraid. In some ways, I still am.
[god Leon didn't even drink his cake shake and he's still trying to open up here, what's wrong with him? This is going to be a lot more than just "stay, because"—]
With you, unlike all other humans... despite everything, I have been— happy. [strike him down where he sits, this is embarrassing] I thought you might want to know that much.