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"oh, spare me, monroe," he snapped in return, tossing his wallet and keys onto the empty coffee table. watching her try to make the best of a situation he had no say in only made him more resentful -- like she’d conspired with the rest of the world to trap him here. she was right. he is only thinking about himself. caring for others was a skill he lacked. clearly. maybe that's what made him so good at his job. "you don't need to pretend anymore. no one's here."
the lack of autonomy in his upbringing had always been a sore spot for leon. as underboss, he carried authority, but with his father still firmly at the helm of the family, that authority felt hollow. he was 34 and still treated like a child.
"you don't want to be here. i don't want to be here," he said dryly. "do whatever you want with the house." leon begins to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. "don't worry, i'll try to keep my frat house decor contained." if anything, he felt like the prisoner in their home. he takes a seat on the couch, opting to avoid eye contact as he sulks in the situation. "i have work to do." now that their families were united, there had been a laundry list of things to begin collaboration on.
