[His voice dies in his throat when Ene's arms go around him. He can't even manage a sound of surprise. For a few long beats, his body is completely rigid with tension, like he might rip himself out of her arms and fling himself at the shrine again . . . but then, all at once, it bleeds out of him. Leon sags in place, absolutely radiating misery. He doesn't feel better; he just feels tired.
Literally everything about this situation and his own behavior is deeply humiliating, and it says a lot about how bad things are that he knows that and doesn't care much. The thought, which usually slices through his ego like a knife through butter, feels this time like a--a fish, or something, hitting his face with a dull thump and then just slapping uselessly to the floor. Like, oh, right, I should be embarrassed right now. This is so uncool.
And he is, a little, but not like he usually is. After a moment just sagged there in her arms, he lifts a hand to his face to wipe streaks of soot and salt out of his eyes. Not to mention his own sweaty bangs. This place . . . ]
. . . How?
[When he finally addresses her, it's just that, thick and dull-sounding in his mouth. Anything else would be another panicked tirade, and he just burned all of that up--for the time being.]
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Literally everything about this situation and his own behavior is deeply humiliating, and it says a lot about how bad things are that he knows that and doesn't care much. The thought, which usually slices through his ego like a knife through butter, feels this time like a--a fish, or something, hitting his face with a dull thump and then just slapping uselessly to the floor. Like, oh, right, I should be embarrassed right now. This is so uncool.
And he is, a little, but not like he usually is. After a moment just sagged there in her arms, he lifts a hand to his face to wipe streaks of soot and salt out of his eyes. Not to mention his own sweaty bangs. This place . . . ]
. . . How?
[When he finally addresses her, it's just that, thick and dull-sounding in his mouth. Anything else would be another panicked tirade, and he just burned all of that up--for the time being.]