Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-26854056-20170405174804

Leon smiled weakly, grateful that todays dose of mental breakdowns and tears was -probably- over. He sighed, deciding not to open his mouth again in fear that he'd say something stupid again while glancing at the window. The storm seemed to have passed, with only a light rainfall dripping from above. ...How much time has passed?

It wasn't important.

Leon gently traced small shapes on Harvard's arms, acting like the scars (Or battle wounds as he liked to call them) simply didn't exist. Like everything that happened before that point was a simple work of fiction. After a while, he froze, looking at Harvard hesitantly before chuckling.

''O-Oh... Sorry for calling you a bastard earlier on..''