[Well, that's all the last thing Leon expected to witness when he got invited over here for birthday festivities. Okay.
He's there hanging out in the apartment, having arrived some time earlier (emptyhanded, and now he looks even more like an asshole, this guy's got two!), and he's got a forkful of cake like halfway up to his mouth when this guy climbs in through the window. Of course he does. It's called comedic timing. Leon freezes there with the cake just hanging in midair, lips parted for it even though it's not coming.
Then he closes his mouth, looking back and forth between William and the newcomer.]
. . . He never told me he had a, what? You're—like his boyfriend? He didn't say . . .
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He's there hanging out in the apartment, having arrived some time earlier (emptyhanded, and now he looks even more like an asshole, this guy's got two!), and he's got a forkful of cake like halfway up to his mouth when this guy climbs in through the window. Of course he does. It's called comedic timing. Leon freezes there with the cake just hanging in midair, lips parted for it even though it's not coming.
Then he closes his mouth, looking back and forth between William and the newcomer.]
. . . He never told me he had a, what? You're—like his boyfriend? He didn't say . . .