[By then he's determined William isn't there yet, and is leaning up against a wall to mess with his CereVice; he looks up when he hears William and waves, tucking that away into his jacket for now.]
Yooo! I'm not used to bein' anywhere first, ha ha! I was already half out the door though. So where is this place?
[He falls into step beside William. It's a nice day, but it basically always is here under the dome, so he's not sure why he even still notices—but he does. Maybe it just feels nicer to be out with a friend.]
So you're for-real not mad at me about that whole thing, right?
Heh, yeah, of course! You're a hundred percent right! I was just tryin' to help anyway, so it's not like I did anything wrong . . . I just wanted to make sure you didn't think I did!
[Aw yeah. Validated. He slings an arm around William's shoulder as they walk, cheerful and companionable.]
Yes it never happened. At all. It was just an unpleasant blip that I will forget until I turn nineteen, when it will haunt me just like my seventeenth birthday does.
He and I are fine. And we sorted it all out. It wasn't his or your fault in any way. It was all me.
[His big mouth really got him in a mess this time. And he's having this conversation with someone whose good qualities do not include tact unfortunately.]
You didn't really do anything either . . . so it's all good. Don't blame yourself! 's all cool! Heh, I just—I mean, you know I wasn't trying to like, diss on you, right? When I said that stuff?
H, hey, no I don't, what else was I supposed to think when he was callin' you that? —But I don't care! I seriously don't. If you were it'd be 100% cool with me! It ain't any of my business, y'know? I've known guys who were like that before.
[He is the pinnacle of sensitivity. But he's trying.]
Yes, trust me. I understand why you were confused. I just didn't... want you to think I was lying to you about something like that. Or hiding something.
[He orders a coffee and a roll of pepperoni bread. Not a thing he's ever had before, but damn, how can you go wrong with pepperoni and bread and cheese? You can't. After William pays and he's heading back to the table, he looks back over at him and smirks:]
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Yooo! I'm not used to bein' anywhere first, ha ha! I was already half out the door though. So where is this place?
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[Not that Leon is slow exactly. But William tends to be insanely punctual when he can help it. Usually.]
A few blocks from here, so it's convenient. But let's go.
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So you're for-real not mad at me about that whole thing, right?
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Why would I be mad? It is just an honest misunderstanding. A very big misunderstanding.
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[Aw yeah. Validated. He slings an arm around William's shoulder as they walk, cheerful and companionable.]
It's like it never happened!
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[There is so much sarcasm there. Totally.]
But no, let's forget about it. For real.
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[Sigh. He nudges William's side again, letting his arm drop after a few more steps.]
I would've been pretty upset if I messed up your friendship or whatever.
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[His big mouth really got him in a mess this time. And he's having this conversation with someone whose good qualities do not include tact unfortunately.]
I am not that unreasonable.
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[And now there's a long pause before he decides to venture a little question.]
Are you bothered by it?
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[He glances over at him as they walk, unsure he's parsing that right, but otherwise unbothered. Totally had gay friends before! Totally!]
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[But well the fact that Leon doesn't seem bothered is a relief.]
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[He is the pinnacle of sensitivity. But he's trying.]
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[So now he just feels extra guilty]
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[Oh god he needs that coffee, like now.]
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Really? I mean . . . I figure that's probably the kinda thing that's pretty obvious even if you're single, right?
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[And omg, there it is. Now hopefully they will forget all about this conversation and can talk about anything else. Anything.]
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[Aw yes. He steers towards the entrance once he notices where they're headed.]
C'mon, I didn't invite you out to make you look like that! We can totally change the subject!
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[He laughs a little then because yes, this isn't why they came out. At lest he is pretty sure this isn't why.]
But, I will buy for you this time.
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[He leans harder against William's side for a moment, laughing, before heading up to the door of the cafe.]
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[What if Leon told someone about his cheap friend? Where would William be then.
But in they go and the moment they are at the counter he orders.]
Café au lait and one of those lemon muffins, please.
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Dude, you are stingy.
[Fondly, though. And then he amends it:]
Not as stingy as "Kaz," though.
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No one is as stingy as Kazuya though. I think he's added to our food bill, with how much Kevin ends up cooking for him.
[Not that he minded, but it was like he had acquired a cat without meaning to.]
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[Hmm. He hums thoughtfully, lifting his own mug. Too hot to drink much of yet . . . ]
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