[Leon has been huddled in his own hobo-like manner in his own corner for a few hours now. It's that kind of day. It's beginning to look like that kind of lifetime . . .
He's exhausted, hungry, roasting hot, soot-streaked, probably slowly dying . . . and lonely. He's got a couple of friends who ended up with this group, but most of them aren't, and none of his classmates are around. So when he's up to stretch his legs and he sees a familiar face looking exactly the way he feels right now, he veers over that way . . . even if said familiar face is, y'know. Trucy's Dad. Totally uncool to hang out with. But dammit, he's even a little relieved to see him.
He flops down hard onto the dusty stone "floor" next to Trucy's Dad, leaning in a little to see what he's looking at.]
Don't wish this on her, man . . .
. . . You think they're okay? Y'know, all the people who ain't us?
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He's exhausted, hungry, roasting hot, soot-streaked, probably slowly dying . . . and lonely. He's got a couple of friends who ended up with this group, but most of them aren't, and none of his classmates are around. So when he's up to stretch his legs and he sees a familiar face looking exactly the way he feels right now, he veers over that way . . . even if said familiar face is, y'know. Trucy's Dad. Totally uncool to hang out with. But dammit, he's even a little relieved to see him.
He flops down hard onto the dusty stone "floor" next to Trucy's Dad, leaning in a little to see what he's looking at.]
Don't wish this on her, man . . .
. . . You think they're okay? Y'know, all the people who ain't us?