“Then you’re gonna be standin’ there a long, long time.” Leo murmured, pulling some wires out of his tool belt and fiddling with them. He couldn’t look Jason in the eye, couldn’t stand the anger and resentment he saw there.
He didn’t understand why Jason didn’t just give up on it; why he had to keep the argument going. He just wanted to curl up in a ball in the engine room and listen to Festus’s creaks of “it’s okay.”
“I have time.” He didn’t really have time, but he had enough for the moment to work through this. How hard was it for Leo to just tell him? Why couldn’t he just answer the question so they could both move on?
But when he looked at himself and his actions Jason knew he didn’t have any right to talk. He was standing there being stubborn, not caving to the demands of his friend. After a long sigh he spoke again, “Just..talk to me please. Just tell me why.”
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Could he? Could he just let go of something so dire to the quest in respect of his friend choices? That internal battle...
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“Why should I, man?” Leo bit back, his words dripping with venom. But it was an empty insult; his will was gone, and his...