~Leo’s~

“You think pushing everyone away makes you strong?”

Leo doesn’t wait for a response. He just stalks in. The room smells like old ink and fresh espresso. Reo doesn’t even glance up. He’s at his desk, eyes fixed on the monitor, yet clearly not reading what’s on it. His jaw flexes. His knuckles are pale against the glass of untouched coffee beside him.

“Reo,” Leo tries again, closing the door behind him. “I’m not here to fight.”

Reo exhales slowly, like he’s holding back…a lot. “Then don’t talk.”

Leo ignores the warning. “She’s gone. For real this time.”

Reo’s eyes flicker, just barely, like something in him twitches at...