[He sure is; his face is a mess of tears that he still doesn't even realize he's been crying, pale and red in ugly splotches, his hair a mess from where he's pulled at it. And for a couple of seconds, he just stares at Togami's face while the world adjusts around him. It's like being woken up in the middle of a dream; he's not entirely sure that isn't what's happening.
Leon blinks and swallows hard, and then it hits him, the building, I'm outside the building. His head jerks around to look at it there behind them. It's so—
Innocuous. But more than that, it's real. Everything in this moment feels achingly, disconcertingly . . . realistic.
He's just some guy standing here with his friend.
He looks back at Togami's face, finally, and nods, at a loss as to what to say. The capacity to have feelings hasn't quite filtered back into him yet.]
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Leon blinks and swallows hard, and then it hits him, the building, I'm outside the building. His head jerks around to look at it there behind them. It's so—
Innocuous. But more than that, it's real. Everything in this moment feels achingly, disconcertingly . . . realistic.
He's just some guy standing here with his friend.
He looks back at Togami's face, finally, and nods, at a loss as to what to say. The capacity to have feelings hasn't quite filtered back into him yet.]