[It makes him frown more deeply as Stahn speaks, and just keeps going, and Leon doesn't agree with any of this at all, honestly. He doesn't like hearing Stahn say anything self-deprecating; if it was anyone else saying these things about Stahn, he'd deck them without hesitation.
But it's Stahn saying them, so instead his brow furrows and he finally pulls his hand and face away--but not to pull away from Stahn. Instead, he shifts then to push Stahn back to the mattress, rolling on top of him, shifting his hand then to pin Stahn's to the mattress. This is something he doesn't intend to back down on, and he wants Stahn to know it, which is why he looks down at Stahn fiercely, bangs framing both of their faces.]
I do not intend to have to say this multiple times, so pay attention.
[This isn't going to be the thing he'll repeat--but it's too important not to be said.]
Those people you are talking about--the refined, self-centered idiots who pretend as though they are worth more due to that, they are not in the least of any import to me. They do not know me. They do not care about who I am, and they never have. The things they care about are immaterial.
[They've never been anything but leeches to him, as far as he's concerned--caring solely about his rank, his wealth, his appearance, and nothing else....]
But you... [His tone grows a little more gentle then, even as he uses his other hand to gently cup Stahn's cheek, a contrast to the other hand still pinning Stahn's hand to the mattress.] ...You are not like that, and you never have been. You have only ever been... kind. [And warm.] Willing to try to understand me, even when I did nothing but push you away. [Important, and gentle.]
If a choice truly has been made here [because he feels like it's natural they came together like they did, that it was inevitable--] then it was the correct one.
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But it's Stahn saying them, so instead his brow furrows and he finally pulls his hand and face away--but not to pull away from Stahn. Instead, he shifts then to push Stahn back to the mattress, rolling on top of him, shifting his hand then to pin Stahn's to the mattress. This is something he doesn't intend to back down on, and he wants Stahn to know it, which is why he looks down at Stahn fiercely, bangs framing both of their faces.]
I do not intend to have to say this multiple times, so pay attention.
[This isn't going to be the thing he'll repeat--but it's too important not to be said.]
Those people you are talking about--the refined, self-centered idiots who pretend as though they are worth more due to that, they are not in the least of any import to me. They do not know me. They do not care about who I am, and they never have. The things they care about are immaterial.
[They've never been anything but leeches to him, as far as he's concerned--caring solely about his rank, his wealth, his appearance, and nothing else....]
But you... [His tone grows a little more gentle then, even as he uses his other hand to gently cup Stahn's cheek, a contrast to the other hand still pinning Stahn's hand to the mattress.] ...You are not like that, and you never have been. You have only ever been... kind. [And warm.] Willing to try to understand me, even when I did nothing but push you away. [Important, and gentle.]
If a choice truly has been made here [because he feels like it's natural they came together like they did, that it was inevitable--] then it was the correct one.