Sep 15, 2024
"I thought you were dead." [[reunion pls CMEREEEEEEEEEE
"So did I, Sancho."
Luis looks radiant, haloed by the spotlight of a helicopter over their heads, and he gives a grin that is far more confident than he actually feels. It is him, though with more gray in his hair and more scuffs to the red leather of his coat, complete with a gun holster at his side and a curl of smoke over his head.
Leon looks tired. From this angle, he almost looks betrayed, and Luis can't help the flutters of nervous energy in him.
"We can talk about it later, aye? Get up here."
He kneels with the words, holding his hand out to Leon. An offering, both a hand up and an olive branch all at once.