✧ ✶ ✦ // @devianci asked ( pinterest meme starters ! ) ❝ “ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ” ❞
his eyes weren’t always so intense, were they? the last time leo saw them up close was in an ice-fueled haze, red tinging the corners of his vision and warping the scene. his throat ached from the yelling and quick, hot hits he’d taken before he’d stumbled into the manfred house. he thought he saw something flicker behind markus’ eyes before the world went dark. leo struggled to bring up the broken memory and chalked up the flicker of emotion in the androids expression to the drugs. he remembered how stunned he was, to see the android on the news from his hospital bed, skin composed of pure white panels and multicolored eyes glaring right though him as he spoke injustices and spun them into a message of hope.
maybe leo just refused to see before, refused to look, but it was hard to argue now that markus was alive. maybe it was the new, bright contrast in iris colors; maybe it was his time as the deviant leader that made him look so soulful. it just made leo feel guilty. the silence stretches as the human takes a long drag from his cigarette.
❝ dad’s not here to make you do— ❞ leo makes a loose hand gesture between them, as he blows out his smoke, ❝ this, you know. ❞
leo kicks asphalt, body swaying with the movement. his gaze trails the ground, his worn shoes, relishing in the brief moment where he doesn’t have to make sober eye contact with the other. ❝ you don’t have to, i don’t know, try to be civil, or whatever. i get it. ❞