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There is a familiar petulance on Scott's face. He looks fully matured and biologically speaking he is. But he has never been through his terrible twos or his trainwreck teens. This has been his first taste of freedom and of pushing boundaries knowing he is in a safe space to do so.
So, when Leon pushes back with love, Scott doesn't feel like he has to hide his reaction. It sucks being told 'no' and having something confiscated even if it's for his own good. At least it's only a frozen food dilemma. He still has a lot of room left to learn, to grow, to experience. And he's somewhere he can make a mistake or react without a painful punishment.
Arms folded, Scott rolls his head and regards Original Kennedy. There might be a mild stinkeye — it's good practice, eventually there will be an actual teenager in the house. "Is that why Claire keeps you around?" He's willing the dad bod into existence.
Head thrown back, he releases the biggest sigh that has ever been sighed. He said no negotiations. Leon is negotiating. One of them has been stubborn for much longer than the other, however, because the cracks already show when Scott lifts his head like a meerkat. "Takeout? All of us?" A beat. He shifts, supports some of his own weight instead of fully melting back into the couch. Ok-ay. He was listening... "Help me get my motorbike license, I'll eat a salad." There was another salad in there for letting him borrow Leon's Ducati.