Leo is quiet for a long time. Long enough that he finishes his smoke and lights another one. There's a lot to take in and he knows he should be focusing on the rest of it -especially the part about Grimm and how they're enabling Leo- but there's a white hot flash of anger that flares through him at Adam's last words and it's enough that Leo stands and leaves the room.
When he's in the kitchen, he pours himself another drink and finishes it in one swallow, immediately pouring himself another one. He breathes through the anger because it's very apparent that it'll get him nowhere right now and he doesn't want Adam to think he's mad at him when it isn't like that at all.
Once he's calmed down enough, he takes his drink and the cigarette butt that he's been holding onto and returns to the lounge.
"Sorry." He drops back onto the couch, cigarette butt dropping into the ashtray and sipping at his scotch. "Turns out, I care about you a bit more than I realised. I'm still learning how to identify different emotions for what they are. I just needed a minute to get my head in order."
Leo's quiet for another long moment. "I work for a horrible organisation that pays me to do terrible things to awful people. I enjoy that work. I know that what I do isn't okay, not by any moral standards. And I also know that how I deal with things isn't healthy. Knowing that won't change anything because the fact remains that I enjoy what I do. The fighting, at least. Truthfully, I feel nothing about the killing and I'm aware of what that says about me." He takes another sip of his drink. "I don't expect you to be okay with what I do. We don't ever have to speak about it again. But if you ask, I will always tell you the truth even if it's a truth you're not going to like. Whether we talk about it or not, this is what I do and I'm not changing that any time soon. That is the part you'll need to be okay with, if this friendship has any chance of working."
There's another beat and his voice has a gentle note that doesn't come out very often; mostly only around Travis or Juliette. "I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at the people who hurt you. That's why I had to leave the room. I thought you should know that."
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When he's in the kitchen, he pours himself another drink and finishes it in one swallow, immediately pouring himself another one. He breathes through the anger because it's very apparent that it'll get him nowhere right now and he doesn't want Adam to think he's mad at him when it isn't like that at all.
Once he's calmed down enough, he takes his drink and the cigarette butt that he's been holding onto and returns to the lounge.
"Sorry." He drops back onto the couch, cigarette butt dropping into the ashtray and sipping at his scotch. "Turns out, I care about you a bit more than I realised. I'm still learning how to identify different emotions for what they are. I just needed a minute to get my head in order."
Leo's quiet for another long moment. "I work for a horrible organisation that pays me to do terrible things to awful people. I enjoy that work. I know that what I do isn't okay, not by any moral standards. And I also know that how I deal with things isn't healthy. Knowing that won't change anything because the fact remains that I enjoy what I do. The fighting, at least. Truthfully, I feel nothing about the killing and I'm aware of what that says about me." He takes another sip of his drink. "I don't expect you to be okay with what I do. We don't ever have to speak about it again. But if you ask, I will always tell you the truth even if it's a truth you're not going to like. Whether we talk about it or not, this is what I do and I'm not changing that any time soon. That is the part you'll need to be okay with, if this friendship has any chance of working."
There's another beat and his voice has a gentle note that doesn't come out very often; mostly only around Travis or Juliette. "I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at the people who hurt you. That's why I had to leave the room. I thought you should know that."