[That's fine. Leo eyeballs her for a second, bright flecks of gold visible even behind his long bangs, but whatever he sees must be acceptable, because he doesn't ask to be moved. Instead, he simply rests his head against dreaded comfy chair, staring at her with an unreadable look on his face.]
Was it satisfying? [Killing Rhys. Killing Ava. The revenge she'd wanted and been denied; he isn't going to judge her for it, the same way he hadn't really judged Adam for killing Fran. At least not when he'd thought it had been for Luke's sake.]
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dreaded comfychair, staring at her with an unreadable look on his face.]Was it satisfying? [Killing Rhys. Killing Ava. The revenge she'd wanted and been denied; he isn't going to judge her for it, the same way he hadn't really judged Adam for killing Fran. At least not when he'd thought it had been for Luke's sake.]