[Leon settles down through the silence as well, quiet and keeping his eyes trained straight ahead. Ultimately, though, he sounds much calmer after Mikleo's input.]
I am not his keeper.
[But, of course, he'll do it anyway.
And... well, not even Leon can bring himself to admit out loud that trying to be Leon's friend is the most foolish mistake Stahn has made so far--it's not hard to realize that Stahn, just like Marian, would have been better off without knowing him.]
Though I suppose if nothing else, he would find a way to drag me into it anyway. [So yeah, he'll stop him, to the best of his ability.]
[Mikleo refrains from saying, "No, you're not his keeper. You're his friend. That's what friends do." Later, perhaps, when he's not feeling like death.]
[Now they're in agreement that clearly the reason they look after their sunshine protag is because they have important shit to do.
Sure guys. Whatever floats your boat.
Leon makes an assenting, acknowledging noise at that, before he focuses instead on striding over to that apartment. He has no issues with dropping Mikleo off here; if he passes out in the hallway that is not Leon's problem.
(Besides, he's starting to get tired, which is a thing he will also never acknowledge.)
So, as soon as Mikleo is off his back and back on his own feet, Leon is brushing himself off and turning to go.]
Fine. Then I'm off.
[Aaaand he's going to start walking off before Mikleo gets the chance to say much else... this is Leon's attempt to avoid being thanked more, honestly, he's not good at handling that sort of thing.]
[Hopefully the reaction will be everything Mikleo hoped for; Leon pulls out the device, reads the text and you can see the moment in which he bristles like a startled cat.
And then he slams the CereVice back into his pocket without responding, shoulders hunched a little and strides off more rapidly as though to out-walk his embarrassment.
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I am not his keeper.
[But, of course, he'll do it anyway.
And... well, not even Leon can bring himself to admit out loud that trying to be Leon's friend is the most foolish mistake Stahn has made so far--it's not hard to realize that Stahn, just like Marian, would have been better off without knowing him.]
Though I suppose if nothing else, he would find a way to drag me into it anyway. [So yeah, he'll stop him, to the best of his ability.]
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Probably. He seems the type.
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The noise Leon makes is derisive at that--mostly at Stahn and his type, yeah.]
Hmph.
If you are so interested in him, talk to him more yourself. [Go be his friend or something, Stahn would love that, Leon's sure.] Leave me out of it.
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[Gosh.]
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Either way, Leon's quiet for a moment before he just lets it go.]
And I will deal with him as much as I have to. He has a role to accomplish in our world still.
[And it's one that Leon wants to make sure he gets home to do.]
That is all there is to it.
[It's not like he cares and that's why he wants to make sure Stahn stays safe.]
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Sorey does, too. It's just part of the reason I'm trying to make sure he doesn't get killed for a stupid mistake.
[There are a multitude of other reasons, too, but that's one he's willing to admit.
Mikleo looks up and aha! There's the apartment! Carefully, he points to it.]
That's our apartment right there. I can make it inside if you drop me off at the door.
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Sure guys. Whatever floats your boat.
Leon makes an assenting, acknowledging noise at that, before he focuses instead on striding over to that apartment. He has no issues with dropping Mikleo off here; if he passes out in the hallway that is not Leon's problem.
(Besides, he's starting to get tired, which is a thing he will also never acknowledge.)
So, as soon as Mikleo is off his back and back on his own feet, Leon is brushing himself off and turning to go.]
Fine. Then I'm off.
[Aaaand he's going to start walking off before Mikleo gets the chance to say much else... this is Leon's attempt to avoid being thanked more, honestly, he's not good at handling that sort of thing.]
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Thanks, Leon.
[He waits long enough to see the human's reaction before going inside the apartment.]
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And then he slams the CereVice back into his pocket without responding, shoulders hunched a little and strides off more rapidly as though to out-walk his embarrassment.
Congrats, Mikleo.]
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