[Leo, meanwhile, seems to be moving on autopilot. He shuffles quietly into the kitchen, feet barely making noise as he grabs an apple and a knife to peel it with. He settles down to peel it, but he isn't really paying attention; it's more of an absent gesture, like an old habit one might turn to for comfort.
It's hard to see, but he blinks when she speaks to him, glancing over in her direction. That seems to rouse him more than anything.]
I slept. I'm not sure I'd call it "okay".
[But he appreciates the effort, and he offers her a ghost of a smile.]
cafeteria
It's hard to see, but he blinks when she speaks to him, glancing over in her direction. That seems to rouse him more than anything.]
I slept. I'm not sure I'd call it "okay".
[But he appreciates the effort, and he offers her a ghost of a smile.]