Nov 8, 2024
Leon must have sat down, for I heard the chair again. “I needed to figure shit out on my own.”
“I understand.”
“My shit is figured out. Mostly, I mean. Shit tends to get un-figured out pretty quickly.”
I closed my eyes. “Yeah, that’s what shit does best. Being a shit.”
His chuckle was weak, but promising. “You were always so wise in the arts of science. So eloquent.”
I was fighting for my life giving Vendetta!Leon something to crack jokes about in my fic
I mean this man has been through it all