[Should have told him something... That might be true. D has been pressed from all sides by people telling him what he should or should not be doing, and without stopping to think, he's believed his family to be in the right this whole time. After everything, though- it's easier to see them as less than infallible, or whatever he'd seen them as before. He isn't about to switch to listening to everything Leon says, but...]
Point taken.
[He gets it, he can stop hearing it now. At least then he'll fall silent, listening to the rest of what Leon says. He knows this, most of it— of course Leon didn't know what he was thinking, he makes a point to hide behind so many things... but he isn't about to extend some sympathies and tell Leon that wasn't his fault. Too much, too soon.
The last part of what he says, though... that gets D to look at him again, more sharply than before. He thought...? Does Leon really, honestly require a written notice of how much he cares? How many times does he have to save the man's life and feed him and take care of him before it's clear??
He's been happy— that tempers D's annoyance about thinking he didn't care. His gaze softens into something a little too soft and he looks away, down at the picnic basket. Hmm.]
Of course I... [can he really say this with a straight face? He knows it, but Leon is... himself, and D hasn't always been the best of companions-] I do care.
[He lapses into silence again and it makes him feel vulnerable, more than his literal admission of feeling afraid did—almost, he says something dismissive, to put a wall up between them again. It's a lot of effort to stop himself.]
You were happy, even thinking that? [He doesn't.... understand this thing...... sighs.]
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Point taken.
[He gets it, he can stop hearing it now. At least then he'll fall silent, listening to the rest of what Leon says. He knows this, most of it— of course Leon didn't know what he was thinking, he makes a point to hide behind so many things... but he isn't about to extend some sympathies and tell Leon that wasn't his fault. Too much, too soon.
The last part of what he says, though... that gets D to look at him again, more sharply than before. He thought...? Does Leon really, honestly require a written notice of how much he cares? How many times does he have to save the man's life and feed him and take care of him before it's clear??
He's been happy— that tempers D's annoyance about thinking he didn't care. His gaze softens into something a little too soft and he looks away, down at the picnic basket. Hmm.]
Of course I... [can he really say this with a straight face? He knows it, but Leon is... himself, and D hasn't always been the best of companions-] I do care.
[He lapses into silence again and it makes him feel vulnerable, more than his literal admission of feeling afraid did—almost, he says something dismissive, to put a wall up between them again. It's a lot of effort to stop himself.]
You were happy, even thinking that? [He doesn't.... understand this thing...... sighs.]