victor stands so close, leon can feel the gravity of his large stature pull him in. everything about this place seems invasive, clinically so. how could it not? the agent has never been particularly jazzed about being boxed in, but isn’t life a gift that keeps on giving?
his chin bucks in the opposite direction of the scientist’s gaze, his tongue clicking off the back of his teeth. he knows vic isn’t entirely aware or, rather, cares about the space he really commands. it’s an attractive trait. “no,” he starts, “not bothered, just….curious as to why you’re looking at me like you’re wanting to pick me apart.”
leon doesn’t move away, in fact, he turns his body to face victor head on. he gazes right back up at his visor and inwardly decides to ease up. a smooth smirk graces his lips as his elbows rest back on the table. “do i look like something you want to get inside of, @scumb4gs?”