[Eugh. That entire thing is like a cold shower followed by holding a torch to Leon's cheeks. He literally feels icy and overheated at the same time with embarrassment and—whatever else that is. It's upsetting, that's what it is, and he doesn't know or want to think about why. What had he expected, anyway? Anything other than that? Stupid.
And then being called out for it, whatever it is?!
He shrinks back a little across the couch, arms tightening over his chest and cheeks red. The rest of his expression isn't nearly so pleasantly flushed.]
Just—forget it, I wasn't trying to blow anything out of proportion! Or imagining you, or whatever you think I was doing! And I don't care! I just—said something, god! I just said it 'cuz it was true! So I was teasing you a little, so what?
[He should shut up, but once the ball's rolling, it's hard to stop; he's embarrassed and can't think of anything to do but fill the silence with whatever pops into his head first.]
—You're the one who's missing out anyway, man. I'd kill to be put in a sexual context right now, or blown out of proportion!
[ANY KIND OF BLOWN WOULD BE NICE.]
You just hold everything back . . . you could probably stand to get laid, let yourself go for once! When's the last time you even did that? Don't you ever wish you could?
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And then being called out for it, whatever it is?!
He shrinks back a little across the couch, arms tightening over his chest and cheeks red. The rest of his expression isn't nearly so pleasantly flushed.]
Just—forget it, I wasn't trying to blow anything out of proportion! Or imagining you, or whatever you think I was doing! And I don't care! I just—said something, god! I just said it 'cuz it was true! So I was teasing you a little, so what?
[He should shut up, but once the ball's rolling, it's hard to stop; he's embarrassed and can't think of anything to do but fill the silence with whatever pops into his head first.]
—You're the one who's missing out anyway, man. I'd kill to be put in a sexual context right now, or blown out of proportion!
[ANY KIND OF BLOWN WOULD BE NICE.]
You just hold everything back . . . you could probably stand to get laid, let yourself go for once! When's the last time you even did that? Don't you ever wish you could?