Stahn looks at him, and he tells him flat out to let go. And it's... hard. Leon knows that that's what he should do. He should just let go, and give up on this, and tell Stahn to leave him alone. He should remain alone, and stop being tempted by this oh-so-pretty picture that Stahn is offering him--
The picture that he will have a friend, a friend who will always be there for him, and a friend who will never leave him behind. That he won't be lonely, that he'll have support and backup. All of these things that--
That he knows can't possibly be true.
And even so, he can't let go. His fingers twitch and his expression, for a moment, is sincerely panicked. He doesn't want this, and he doesn't want to let go. What does he want right now? He doesn't know, but Stahn's hands are warm, and so is his expression, even if he's issuing Leon this challenge. And Leon tenses, as though to finally pull away, as though he's finally giving in and then--
He doesn't.
His shoulders slump, and he looks away with a bitter twist to his lips, but he also doesn't pull his hands away, because more than anything, he doesn't want to. It's strange. Stahn's hands are still so warm, but somehow he feels like right now, he lost.]
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Stahn looks at him, and he tells him flat out to let go. And it's... hard. Leon knows that that's what he should do. He should just let go, and give up on this, and tell Stahn to leave him alone. He should remain alone, and stop being tempted by this oh-so-pretty picture that Stahn is offering him--
The picture that he will have a friend, a friend who will always be there for him, and a friend who will never leave him behind. That he won't be lonely, that he'll have support and backup. All of these things that--
That he knows can't possibly be true.
And even so, he can't let go. His fingers twitch and his expression, for a moment, is sincerely panicked. He doesn't want this, and he doesn't want to let go. What does he want right now? He doesn't know, but Stahn's hands are warm, and so is his expression, even if he's issuing Leon this challenge. And Leon tenses, as though to finally pull away, as though he's finally giving in and then--
He doesn't.
His shoulders slump, and he looks away with a bitter twist to his lips, but he also doesn't pull his hands away, because more than anything, he doesn't want to. It's strange. Stahn's hands are still so warm, but somehow he feels like right now, he lost.]