[He cares. He says it straight out like that and the only doubt is in everything Leon sees elsewhere. The smile that had been on his face after the plane crash, the strange, happy mood before Chris was taken back... How could he have seen anything but guilt?

At the same time...]

I wanted to believe there was a reason. That you did care, and you just needed someone to smack all of your bullshit out of you. That maybe you just needed someone you could trust.

[Honesty... feels both heavy and light, after this long. He looks to D.] I guess I thought it could be me.