Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170312171251

Eventually, they managed to get back to Harvard's apartment.

Leon was still a sobbing mess, wrapped in blankets as he was nestled in the corner of the sofa. The situation frankly terrified him. He never saw a drop of blood before, and the pan from a few scratches from peeling an apple to a full on murder was traumatising, to say the least.

After a while, he stopped his silent crying, but still shook violently. Hugging Harvard's arm like it was the only thing that he could root himself onto the suede seat with. He peeked out of the blankets, his blue eyes glassy.

Henny, w-why?