"What if I am not who you think I am?"
Piter blinks and looks at Leondas.
They're sitting on a deck attached to the house's cool tower. The cool tower was truly a selling point when Piter bought the house from the witch. You see a cool tower and you think, you know what I can live with never going into the basement because of what might be down there. Then it's the dead of winter, and you hear someone or something creeping around the main level. You find no evidence of anyone or anything with the lights on, and you just can't remember if the basement door forgetting to be locked was your doing.
What had he called the fae, just now? You're the... shoelace in my ice cream, he'd complained, almost fondly, through a cloud of smoke. The witch's garden was another selling point. And not for the vegetables.
Piter blinks and looks at Leondas. Right, so he said that, and then Leondas said, with perfect seriousness, that he might not be who Piter thinks he is, and now the response is -
"Leo?" he says. He might have patted the fae if Leondas were sitting closer, or if he valued his hand less. "Pretending I make sense is not only a gift to me... it's a gift to you."
He goes back to looking at the sunset, which is stunningly beautiful under those several layers of cynicism he can only seem to burrow under chemically. This is... nice. Sitting outside with a friend. Nice with the caveat that humans are Leondas's natural prey, and it would be dangerous to truly start to consider 'Leo' a friend. It's all kind of like...
Like trying to enjoy a delicious bowl of ice cream even though there's a shoelace in it, actually.
Tough crowd.
