@redresstm Continued from here: x
He didn’t want to do anything but have another drink. Even if it was a temporary solution, to a problem he couldn’t handle. Leon sat there rubbing his temple as he let out a sigh. Of course she was going to get onto him, he watched in silence as she threw away the empty bottle. He thought she was here for a drink, not to give him a speech. He just couldn’t win could he? He saw that glare and he gave one, right back to her. She was trying to help him and he knew that but-- in his mind, he was only doing what he wanted to do. “I get the job done, don’t I? I’ve not once..been to out of it, to handle myself..”
How could he know? He’d been drunk more then once, while on a mission. “You have no idea, what goes on in my mind. You don’t know and frankly I don’t care what you think about me. What I do is my own business. How the hell can I live with myself, if i’m in a constant shaky and jumpy mood? When I drink..I don’t think about the dead. I don’t think about Lieutenant Marvin Branagh and I don’t think about all the people...that I failed.”
“You have your own dirty habits, Ada. Everyone has their own demons and deals with it differently. I just wanna be awake without---” He cut himself off and stood up. “M’ goin to buy another drink..you want one or not?That’s what you came for right? To have a drink.” He’d talked to much and given himself away--












