[The hand brushing his hair away gets his attention, but it's the words that earn the soft, surprised expression on his face. Those are words he hadn't expected to come from Count D, of all people. They're open, honest, the look on his face isn't quite the same as what he's used to seeing.

But it's what he'd been hoping for. All of that confusion after the plane crash had left him concerned and angry. Every conversation he'd had with D was him hoping he'd see something different, to prove that knowing smile wrong. He wanted to hear what D was thinking, that he cared about Chris, about people, about him. This isn't quite that, but... it sounds like a step.

He's been happy. For a few seconds, Leon just stares. He's upset that this came so late, but relieved that it came at all— it's complicated!]

You should have told me something.

[This is pointless to say again, but he says it anyway, glancing down at his lap.] But I had too much of an attitude. I couldn't figure out what you were thinking.

[He doesn't know why he feels so guilty about thinking D was behind everything. He was, wasn't he? He doesn't know how to see it any other way. But this, right here, is sincere feeling. He's afraid? Hearing that...]

I've been pretty happy, too. [Compared to before, especially...] I thought you didn't care.