[The wind is out of his sails now; he knows William didn't deserve that little snap at the end, and him just reacting with an apology takes the fight right out of Leon. But it was already draining off anyway. Just saying those things aloud . . . he doesn't do that kind of thing, hasn't especially since he came here. And it helped. It felt terrible, but it helped.

He just leans on his elbows on the table, staring down at his coffee again.]

. . . It's cool. You didn't know any o' that . . . I dunno what else to say about it, but—I guess, thanks for listening to it.