[complete] [BACKDATED] [Part 1/2]

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Who: Leon & Gren
Where: the police station
When: The night before the town meeting
Rating: R for swearing!~
Summary: Bitchfest turned bawwfest. Part 1. This part is squeaky clean and SFW.

YEAH YOU FUCKIN HEARD ME THIS LOG IS TOO EPIC TO BE POSTED IN ONE POST. I HAD TO SPLIT IT UP.
the log:

Gren didn't mind the rain. At all. With the way she felt now, she didn't even feel it. At least this time there was a chance to getting answers to any questions lingering in the musician's mind. Unlike other times...and people. That was the past, but a haunting one, that was the reason Gren was even feeling this way right now. Why bother? Because there were still many good times to remember with Leon. Shirt clinging to his/her frail figure, Gren got the police station safe and soaking wet (which was looking very good with long black hair). No knocking. He just came right on in, cold and wet, and looking...very un Gren like with the serious expression.

Leon had been leaning back in a chair at a desk somewhere in the main area of the station, flipping through old police reports and-- of course-- smoking a cigarette. Funny, no matter how many times he read each and every one of them, they never seemed to help him in any way, shape, or form. He took another puff from his cigarette before leaning forward and dropping the file he held onto the desk top before sifting through a few others.

He was nervous, to say the least, and maybe posting that thing on the network just now hadn't been the best idea. But Christ, he'd done nothing but think for the past few days, and it was really starting to get to him. How the hell was he supposed to know that Gren would just show up out of the blue because of it? If anything, Gren was the last person he wanted to see right now.

And sure enough, as if right on cue, there he was, soaking wet and seemingly upset. Though Leon was conflicted as hell about it, he put on his poker face and shrugged it off, turning his direction back down to his paperwork.

"You need something?" he asked in a serious tone, as though he were too busy to talk.

Gren shut the door behind him and said. "I know you were just sitting there and smoking. Like you have been for the past few days, I bet." It didn't come out too kind. But right in front of Leon's desk, Gren pulled a chair and sat down, making this place his home. "You don't usually avoid me, but ever since that night you have. So why?" It was just that easy. "I don't avoid situations, that's why I am here, and yes, I know you don't want to see me." Right on key as usual.

Leon let out a deep breath through his nose and slowly leaned up to sit back in his chair. His face was expressionless, and he purposefully sat in such a way that made him seem like a wall, made his already broad shoulders seem even wider. He idly ashed his cigarette in the ashtray that lay on the desk in front of him.

"I haven't avoided you," he said nonchalantly. "I just haven't had anything in specific to say."

It was a lie.

A lie which was easy to read. Gren furrow his brows and said, "You think I’m honestly going to believe that. You had much more spirit here before. Come on, punch me or yell at me already, because you're about to snap and I can tell. You have something to say or you're angry at yourself. Its reeking off of you." And that was that. Gren could see before him Leon, and wasn't going to make much of a move.

"What, do you want me to hit you?" he asked. He shook his head slightly, but made no other move and said nothing more. He was still kind of in this stage where he didn't know what to do or how to feel.

Gren sighed, actually, and ran a hand through wet hair. "No, I said I want an honest answer as to why you are ignoring me." It wasn't a snap, it was just immediately put out without a beat in between. "Just look at me Leon, you won't even look at me! What happened that night doesn't have to be bad!"

"I don't even remember what happened that night," Leon said sharply. His eyes finally met Gren's, and it was anything but a comforting look. In his heart, Leon still blamed himself for whatever happened, even though he had no idea that it wasn't actually his own fault. Either way, his face was steeled and he even felt his eyes grow cold as he stared Gren down.

Gren looked back at Leon and..raised one thin eyebrow. "..So did you want me to tell you what happened that night?" He asked. It came out calmer, and if anything, Gren thought this might be the first key to solving whatever was going on.

Leon honestly didn't know how to answer that. There was a large part of him that wanted to know, but there was still a tiny little nagging part of him that said he'd probably be better off if he didn't. He took a final puff from his cigarette before butting it out in the ashtray and forcefully pushed away the itching desire to light up another one.

"Do whatever you want," he said finally, dropping his eyes back to his work, once again trying to give the image that he didn't care or that he had better things to worry about.

Well. Gren put a hand over Leon's work and pulled it away from him on the desk. Did it even matter, he wasn't doing that work. "So who are you blaming, me or yourself?"

Leon let out an annoyed sigh and looked back up at Gren.

"How am I supposed to blame anyone if I don't even know what happened?" he asked. "Look, either you're going to tell me or you're not, but at least give me a reason as to why you're here."

"Because I know you don't want to see me and I don't know why? Fine, you want to know what happened that night? As we were very drunk?" Gren leaned back, but sure as hell, those papers were gone from Leon's desk. "You were sad. You were complaining, and it hurt to see you that way." Gren locked eye contact with Leon, and looked exhausted himself, ice cold... but very exhausted. "Mind you I was wasted myself. But you laid down on the bed, and I kissed you. From there we started making out and just...fell asleep."

So it hadn't been him at all.

That information paired with the fact that Gren had just knocked all his paperwork off his desk caused something in the back of Leon's mind that had been being tugged on for a very long time to snap. He shoved his chair out from under him with his legs as he nearly jumped to his feet, slamming both hands down on his desk.

"You took advantage of me?" he asked through his teeth, his tone threatening. "We weren't on good terms when I went to your place that night, and you thought it was a good idea to kiss me when I was so bombed I couldn't even see straight?" He couldn't see straight now, either, he was so furious. Somewhere he was conscious of the fact that he should quit while he was ahead, but he couldn't stop himself now that he'd started. "Are you kidding me? What, was I always just a body to you? Are you here now just because you don't wanna lose that?"

With Leon's rage and Gren composure, the fight was between fire and ice. Usually Leon's act of rage, the throwing and slamming of such things should have stirred up something. But not Gren. Gren sat there arms folded and looking right up to the other. "Oh don't get so full of yourself, you've been waiting to snap all day. Now you're just taking it out on me." He could have made it worse. Gren could have lit a cigarette and started smoking, not giving Leon the attention or time of day. "Do you really think that little of me? Cause you have big trust issues? Why the fuck would I ever take advantage of you. Just kissing you isn't anything like that, I was more wasted than you were. So before you go and say another stupid thing, how about checking your words before you go and break your desk."

"Get out of here," he hissed. He didn't want to hear it, wasn't able to logically comprehend anything Gren was saying. So he left it at that.

Gren stood up, put his own hands on the table and looked Leon in the eye. A contrast of sharp blue sapphire eyes. "Answer me. Or are you finally snapping from this entire situation?"

Leon held his gaze for a long while before saying anything. He had an urge to go ahead and actually hit Gren and be done with it, but he also knew that it wouldn't solve anything. But goddamn, it sure as hell would make him feel better.

"You've done a pretty good job of keeping things from me since we met," he said coldly. "Give me one good reason why I should think highly of you."

"Ohhh, so it's the 'lie' that is bugging you. Okay, okay, I see where this is going now," Gren said in return. And leaning just closer and not even frowning or holding Leon's aura of rage, Gren calmly replied much like the snake that was in the garden of Eden. "I never used you. And despite my past, that I sure wasn't hiding from you, just seeing if you would get to know me and even ask, I helped you," Gren continued. "And you know what Leon, should I dare say I even saved your life? When you couldn't move or get up to clean out your own wound, that may have well gotten infected and let you bleed to death on the table, I was there to help you." Gren let go of leaning on the table and brought himself back. He even did so much as to let the silence settle in. "Or maybe... it's because I'm a 'criminal outlaw' that you're angry. But whatever I am, you can't deny the good person I've been to you."

Leon scoffed openly and leaned back himself.

"Go ahead and picture yourself as a saint," he said. "But I've had people worse than you save my life before."

He wasn't even sure if that was true. Did he really think that Ada was worse than Gren? Or Luis even? When he juxtaposed those two examples next to Gren in his head, he suddenly began to wonder if he had any real right to stay mad-- after all, he'd barely even gotten upset with the former two. He felt his resolve lessen a bit, but that didn't slow him down. No. Now it was the principle of the thing, because he couldn't very well admit he was wrong now. Leon had done a lot of nearly impossible things in his life, but genuinely apologizing to someone was, by far, the hardest thing he'd ever have to bring himself to do.

And the apology was the most obvious thing to Gren. ever. "Picture myself?" Gren asked, even motioning to himself in a mock surprise. "A saint? Oh, I should be touched you would think me even able to compare myself to that, seeing as I've been nothing but a 'freak' to the world for years on end." Gren scoffed, and even smirked at Leon. "Saint, let me think... Those are the ones who have to go through life and get stabbed in the back and come out not crying in the end after God puts them through hell. Well I'll have nothing going right for me still if you decide to hate me after I tried to be your friend. Come on, make me a saint and cast me aside, Leon. I think it might work faster if you shoot me and hide behind your legal system."

He bawked at that, and strangely enough, actually felt his hand fall onto the handle of the gun strapped to his leg. It would be easy; how many times had he done something like that in the past? How many years had he spent being Super Spy and Assassin for the government-- tracking down Umbrella employees and killing them all under the radar, then having his ass covered by someone back at the Pentagon?

The realization struck him hard, and he almost immediately flared back up into his anger. He walked out from behind his desk and headed over towards Gren, stopping mere inches from the other man and standing in such a manner that he was actually looking down his nose at him, despite the fact that Gren was actually taller than he was.

"Sounds pretty inviting," was all he said. He was beyond furious at Gren's presumption, and even moreso at his own reaction to it. It was a vicious cycle so commanding that he didn't even know how to deal with it.

"...You know why you're lucky?" Gren said, folding his arms and looked into Leon's eyes.. in a cold gaze. "Because I'm not asking for an apology. And an apology is a good way to get the last word in and be a man." Gren looked down at the floor and bent down, coming back up with grumbled and dirty papers. "Your system." The musician put the papers into Leon's hands and gave him a half-assed devil may care smile. "I know it's more important to have a system than a true friend to have your back."

"At least a system's reliable," he said, slapping the paper back down onto his desk. "And I can't remember a time when I looked back on a person I was on a mission with and said, 'Yeah. Glad that guy was there.'"

Oh god, what was he saying? When the hell had he become such a heartless monster? When Gren attacked his ego, that's what. He didn't believe a word he said; not one bit of it. But he said it anyway because, goddamn it, he wasn't wrong. Ever.

"And do you really think for a second," he went on, "that I'd apologize to you for something you did? You've got a lot of nerve, buddy."

"Ahh, I’m just a 'buddy' now, not Gren. You know who you sound like?" Gren said giving Leon a look back in the eye, and even poking him once in the chest. "The people who locked me up. The very ones who locked me up," and as he/she spoke, her tone grew sharper, colder, and one of someone who had just lost every happy care in the world. "Because they followed a stupid system and didn't look at the bigger picture. The ones who locked me, an innocent person, up with no evidence to back up their opinion!" Regarding Leon's poor chair, the musician motioned to the scene of rage. "That. Right there. Anger and rage over nothing but keeping your pride. You government dogs all become the same, don't you? Spare me your pride speeches. You're the one with too much numb pride, tossing chairs over so you don't have to admit you make mistakes."

"And you think you're so different from me?" Leon scoffed. "Quit acting like you're the only person in the fucking world who was used by the government. Or did I not tell you that I didn't join them just for fun? Well, guess what. You're not an underdog, and you're not a martyr, and I don't really give a damn what you think. I've been used by too many people in my life to just sit around and just let this go. Yeah, alright, so it started out just a kiss, but what next? Huh? You ever honestly think I'm gonna trust myself incapacitated around you again?"

"Who said I was ever going to ask you to come and drink with me again?" Gren countered. "You're out for yourself and to fuck anything that has a hole or a vagina, and not even bothering to trust what you stick your dick into, what the hell would make you think I'm here to seduce you? You see me on the surface and only ever saw me on the surface lightly flirting with you. Let me tell you, I was never out to fuck you."

"Right," Leon said. He could have laughed, and every word he spoke was dripping with sarcasm; his ego had finally taken over completely. "Because I believe that."

"Do you ever have anything intelligent to say when your ego takes over?" Gren could have taken that chair....and smashed it over the cop's head. Or even her own because Leon was just a 'bright shining sun of SMARTS'. Gren shook her head, and ran a frustrated hand through dripping wet black hair. "You don't even sexually think outside the box, you are so fucking dense."

Whoa wait. Wait a goddamn minute. Was Gren attacking Leon's sexual performance?

This shit would not fly.

"Excuse me?" was all he managed to spit out.

"Shut up," Was all Gren had to say by that point to sum up the over all feeling. Oh, for the icing on the cake, Gren wrung out her wet hair on Leon's papers, and happily watched the black ink and writing in pencil smear. "I would never fuck you, and sure am glad nothing more happened that night."

That did it.

Leon wasn't exactly sure what had come over him then. Maybe it was his ego. Maybe it was the fact that Gren had pretty much said that he would be a lousy fuck and was speaking from some kind of experience. Or maybe it was because he was so completely and utterly fucking pissed off that he had to just do something about it, and since not only was punching Gren out of the question, but also because Leon felt he had some kind of an unspoken rite of passage to do so...

... that he grabbed Gren by the collar of her shirt, roughly forced her ass down onto his desk, looked her dead in the eyes, and said:

"We'll see about that."

before pulling her in close and crushing his lips up against hers.

And the funny thing about the whole situation was that the second Leon kissed Gren, his grip immediately loosened a bit, giving Gren the opportunity to escape if he so desired. Apparently there was a constant sort of "nice guy" in Leon, even when he was trying to be an asshole.

This was surprising. And not surprising. And yet, very surprising because only 10% of Gren thought Leon would ever be dumb enough to do that.. or do that at all. What did wholly surprise Gren was how fast he did it like a prince Charming sweeping someone off their feet and...onto a desk. .. Then it just pissed Gren off. As much as Leon had every right to do this... Gren just barely got the other's lips off of hers and pushed Leon back while gripping his shirt. In one breathless yell Gren demanded an explanation for this faggotry! "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Proving a point," he said simply. "Feel free to stop me."

Gren had never looked so irked. "You can't fuck me, you would get to my dick and run off like baby." Besides, Gren was angry..and not thinking with her hormones.

"Who said I was going to fuck you?" he asked. He took a very clear note of the fact that Gren was still clinging to his shirt and looking flushed. With that, his voice lowered to a seductive rumble, even though a voice in the back of his head asked why. "You said you were glad nothing more happened that night. I'm gonna make you wish it did."

"....NO." Gren was sticking to her guns.. now. She pulled Leon down, and in a twist, had the cop as the one leaning back on the desk and under Gren herself. "Because it just doesn't work that way, Leon. You're not as great and 'sexy' as you think you are, so just stick to your paper work." She kept him pinned down, a leg between his and offered a seductive bite on Leon's neck before that siren figure got up and left Leon sprawled out.

Well, that was the end of it, then. Leon made no effort to move or fight back at Gren. No meant no; that was it. He wasn't that much of an egotistical asshole to pursue anything after that. He was, however, frustrated and pissed off and extremely turned on.

"Why don't you just leave then?" he asked honestly. Now that this whole episode had gone down, it left him wondering why Gren had come in the first place.

"Because I didn't get my answer," Gren said.. and actually just kind of...watched Leon laying there with a budding boner. Actually, Gren could have seriously gone for a lay. Right now. But the problem was... Gren would have rather topped. That’s all there was too it. That and not letting Leon 'show her who’s boss'. "Why you were really ignoring me.." Offhandedly, or at least hoping it was offhanded, Gren looked aside and rubbed one of her cheeks...as if that would get the flush away.

Leon simply laid there and stared up at the ceiling. He supposed he couldn't run from this anymore.

"Because I didn't want to believe that bad shit happened between us," he finally admitted.

Oh. Well. There it was. For that.... Gren gave Leon the biggest look of 'what the fuck is wrong with you boy?' EVER. And a complimentary "...WHAT?" But the reality was, that after the moment settled, Gren felt so entirely.. satisfied and whole again, she could smile. "Nothing bad did,' she perked up. As Leon stared at the ceiling, Gren was hovering over him in a moment just like the night before. It wasn't to seduce him at all, but how else could you get Leon to look at you then? "There’s nothing to worry about."

"I guess there is now, though," he said bitterly. He just wanted to shove Gren off of him and go retreat to his cell and "deal" with himself, maybe smoke a few cigarettes, and forget this ever happened.

Wow. What the fuck had gotten into him over the past few minutes?

But Gren stayed there and continued to look down at him. "Hey.. that's not how you get yourself a comrade. These are the kind of fights that build people stronger friendship. I screwed up and I'm sorry that I kissed you." Gren said it first and tried to give Leon a comforting smile. "That was my fault. But I still wish you would be my friend.."

"I don't remember fights with any other of my friends ever nearly ending with sex on a desk," he said, though he knew that his joke had completely and utterly failed.

Oh god, sex on a desk. He was only making himself feel worse.

"...." Gren could have hit her own head on the desk. In fact, she just about did. "You sure now how to push i..." Oh god, push it. Gren wasn't making it any easier on himself. "Before you make any more sex jokes or sexual innuendo, can you give me a real answer and stop avoiding me?"

"I forgot the question," Leon answered honestly. He was finding it increasingly difficult to think straight. If only Gren would just get the hell off him alre--

Get off. Goddamn it.

Gren wasn't moving until she got her answer. Leaning down even the slightest, Gren could have seduced a god out of the sky with that look. "I said, stop your angsting about comrades, and I'll stop my angsting about comrades, and just be my friend Leon!"

"Oh god," he said in a strained voice. "Stop saying the word 'comrade.' Bad memories."

It was in that moment that he silently thanked his old 'comrade' Krauser. If it wasn't for him, Leon probably would've lost it in that second and started whimpering like a dog. Either way, it didn't change the fact that he still didn't answer Gren.

The veteran frowned and hung her head. "...I say it because that word means so much to me. You can think you don't need comrades, Leon. But I'm attracted to the word to the point of tears. In the war on Titan, we were all comrades...I know you and I can relate," Gren continued. "I see that in you. Believing in one another as you fight together. Have you grown scared of losing them? Is that why you distance yourself from allies?"

"I'd be able to answer you so much better if you let me sit up," he pleaded nearly to the point of desperation. It was at the point where he didn't even consciously register the things that Gren was saying to him-- all he heard was senseless words.

"..." Okay. Gren sat up and took a seat on the chair that was still up at the desk.

Leon slid off the desk in an attempt to land on his feet and stand, but the second he hit the floor, his knees gave out and he more fell off the desk than anything else. He let out a small grunt of despair and took to sitting on the floor, back-up against one of the legs of the desk he'd just been laying on.

"What were you saying?" he asked.

"..." Gren's look was described as 'oh god, Leon, I hate you so much right now I could kick you in the balls'. But for Leon's sake, Gren repeated everything.

"That's all well and good," Leon breathed out, leaning his head back, "but the last 'comrade' I had tried his damned hardest to put a knife in my chest. That's how I got this." He motioned to the scar on his cheek. "It's not a word I particularly like." He was grossly aware that he'd evaded most of Gren's questions entirely.

"...You like avoiding my questions like plagues." Gren was disappointed and didn't even look at Leon when the cop pointed out his scar. "..Well. It's a word I'd like to believe in again. I'm not going to go emotionless. So, you're not going to answer my question, right?"

"I've given up on believing in people one-on-one in tight situations, if that's what you wanna hear," he said. "Three or more is fine, but I try not to let myself alone with people anymore. Bad things happen."

"Well.. I pity you." Gren sadly smiled, like looking back on a memory to the other. "Because you sound like I used to." The musician's expression suddenly changed like there was a new clearing. "I learned that when you hold resentment toward another, no matter how much of people are snakes, that you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. I hope you don't let them control your life one day."

"She already does," he said, and then said nothing more.

From those words, Gren could already see that.. she wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Just stood there long at Leon and definitely heard those words for help. "Well don't let her hold you prisoner. You can't undo anything you've already done, but you can face up to it. You can tell the truth and see it for what it is. The best you can do is forgive her Leon. But forgive and don't forget."

"I have forgiven her," he said. "Probably more than I should've. I already took a bullet for her, and if I had to do it again, I would in a heartbeat. And, hell, I hate that I would. But it's the damn truth. I figure I owe her that much, considering she may have just saved my ass as many times as she left me in the dark."

Gren took a seat on the floor next to Leon staring at the ceiling. "..Well. We share the same pathetic soul." Gren said it in a bit of amazement. It brought him back horrible memories of Vicious. "I would...rather not see you die an obsessed, pitiful moron like myself... I think you're stronger than that."

"I'm not obsessed," he said defensively. "Hell, I've known the woman for six years and only actually seen her maybe three times over the course of it. But, Ada was..." He paused then, searching for the right words. When he found them, he also found that they actually hurt physically when he said them out loud, and he was almost positive it showed on his face. "Tall and beautiful... and strong... and confident... and calm and collected, and everything I wasn't back in Raccoon City. All I wanted was to show her..." He trailed off and turned his attention to the floor. "It doesn't matter."

Gren didn't touch the not obsessed part. He heard everything Leon said and could have countered it. He didn't talk about Vicious, just smiled fondly to Leon. "It does matter. Thanks for telling me...Might be time to move on, but...that was always the hardest part. Damn people leave their foot prints in others minds all the time."

"She was in Discedo," he said suddenly. He let silence reign for a good moment before he continued, "Said she found a way out and left me a note saying it was easier than I thought... but she never told me how, and I sure as hell haven't found it."

"..Nice. Not only picks on you, but the rest of the world here." Vicious would have done something exactly like that. "..Maybe she wants to see you grow." Gren was watching the rain fall outside the window, and it put him in thought. "..Good for her. She found a way out." The bitch, Gren thought. Not telling anyone else. "It’s not easy. She is either smart and was dealing with the scientists or..." Well, she died and never came back.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Leon said bitterly. "She has a knack for hanging around evil scientists."

And then, out of nowhere, he was overcome with a sudden wash of deep sadness. It was ridiculous, he knew, but... He just wanted, for once in his life, to know what the hell was going through her head. Without even realizing he was doing so, he reached up and idly began rubbing his left shoulder as though it were sore.

"Let's talk about something else," he said.

Gren looked at Leon's action and remembered that night, when Leon told him about the bullet he took for the other. He remembered sitting next to someone like this and talking about old time. "...Thanks for telling me," Gren said, and put a hand on Leon's to have the other quit rubbing his shoulder. "You should start anew here. Just saying..."

"Doing that would only force me to resign to the idea that I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life," he said. "And I don't really think that's in my plans for the future. If Ada found a way out..." He trailed off again. No. Stop talking about Ada. In an effort to clear his mind, he only just then realized that Gren's hand was on his. He looked over at him, a sudden look of curiosity spreading across his face. "Do you really think I'd be a bad fuck?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

Gren could go with that. He wanted a topic change as well, and for that, said with a knowing smile. "...I think you talk big. I think you'd be the kind of fuck that was more caring and sensitive. Not a rough, mad, mindblowing fuck."

"Sounds like you don't know me as well as you think you do," Leon answered with a smirk. "Truth be told, the second the door closes behind me, my being a nice guy dies away rather quickly."

Gren could play with that. "Oh, so you're a more of a 'horny frat boy not the best in the world' kind of screw. You take control and do whatever you want."

"That's not entirely true either," he said coyly. "I guess it's just one of those things you have to experience for yourself."

And that much he knew to be true. It'd been so long... but if only he had some way of conveying to women the way he'd treat them. If only they knew how quickly his chivalry died away once the door shut behind him. If only they knew how he'd grab them, throw them up against the wall, whisper unthinkable things in their ear, pull their hair, slap their ass, bend them over and hold them down, fuck them until they screamed.

He stopped then, as though realizing what exactly had just gone through his head. Holy shit, how long had it actually been? His guess was probably pretty damn long if he was thinking about all this with someone sitting right next to him. Christ.

"....Leon.. Hey!" Gren waved a hand in front of his face and said. "Been that long, big boy?" Gren wasn't even going to touch his sex life. Not in his mind, not in his thoughts, not in anything. "You have to be desperate if you're trying to talk to me about you're sex life and make me desire it. " He could push Leon's buttons. In fact, that was usually Gren's upper hand. "Besides, your kiss was more like smacking your face into mine."

"Hey," he said jokingly. "Quit it with the reverse psychology. I'm not gonna kiss you again. I learned my lesson the first time." And he had. Though all remnants of his previous hard-on were gone, he still felt a bit of an ache from it.

Gren stood up as the moment seemed to lift. He offered his hand down to Leon to help him up, and was smiling again. "Come on. You don't belong on the floor."

Leon took Gren's offer for a help up, but looked at him curiously. "So where do I belong?" he asked.

Gren shook her head, and hoisted Leon to his feet. "In bed." Wwwww~ink. "Actually... doing something that isn't smoking and drowning in thought. Don't let Discedo get to you. That's giving it far too much of an upper hand. Find yourself partners to work with. And go show Ada you're better than she is."

"But what if I want to smoke?" he asked with a sideways smile, fully aware that he was just being a pain in the ass now.

"Well..." Gren reached into her pocket and brought out the old pack of cigarettes. "Then I'm smoking too. I hate these long conversations without a smoke in hand,," Gren said, clearing having been dying for one as she stuck it in her mouth and light up.

"On second thought, maybe I could kiss you," Leon joked. He followed Gren's example and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter of his own. Oh yeah, he'd definitely miss his dear old cancer sticks when they were gone. But for now...

"...You know," Gren said, like it mattered "...I sometimes wonder how bad it is here. And why I want to go back... I've got nothing to go back to." The musician took a well long drag of the cigarette and flicked some ashes in a tray sitting on Leon's desk. "It's going to be like going to a town that has already been burnt down."

"Try not to think about it," Leon advised. He took a long drag from his cigarette. "One day at a time. And for today, all I care about is finishing this cigarette, jerking off, and going to sleep." Brutally honest, but at this point, he saw no reason not to be.

"..Well same to you. I know you were taking it hard earlier." Gren made it twenty million times worse by adding as she looked up to the ceiling. "Cigarettes go so well with sex." and tugged slightly at the wet shirt she had on. But honestly, the bonding was getting to her. A lot. it was already heavy in weight and ready to fall off.

"You could not," Leon said sharply as he blatantly stared and took another puff from his cigarette.

"Could not what?" Gren looked at him curiously, and left the cigarette in her mouth putting two hands up her shirt and turned away from Leon, doing a fancy removal of the bonding. The sad part was, this was all out of them just being annoying and deciding to let the chest breathe.

"Whatever," he said. He turned from Gren as well, ashing his cigarette in the tray. Ugh, it'd been such a long couple of days. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes as he let Gren do... whatever the hell she was doing with her tits. "I need to get laid." It was more of him thinking out loud than anything else.

Gren was finished and turned to Leon, sporting large boobs under the shirt now, and wrapping her soaked bonding up. Oh dear god, if only Gren had half a brain and realized it was total 'hottie fresh out of a wet t-shirt contest' going on with Gren at that moment. "So who would you fuck here first?"

Leon offered Gren a half-smile and took another puff from his cigarette. He had an answer for the question, of course. He’d actually given it quite a bit of thought in the past, as a matter of fact. But he just couldn’t seem to bring himself to talk like that about women he also respected.

“Sorry,” he said. “But mum’s the word.”

"I tend to find sleeping at all once with the kind and compassionate but spunky ones tends to leave them clinging to you for more." Gren gave a shrug like it didnt matter, or she was suddenly very experienced. Actually, half glad he and Leon were having this conversation. "I had the best friends with benefits with the people who were a little and could and sharp minded... and that I could joke about sex with."

"Quit starin' at my crotch, buddy," Leon said with an obvious glint in his eye that he was joking. And it was then that he suddenly remembered why he was friends with Gren in the first place... he hadn't had an actual friend to be an asshole guy with in... years. God, what a boring existence Leon had back home; no family, no friends, just him in his little apartment in DC. Not that he minded, but still.

"Only when you quit eyeing my boobs," Gren snapped back, but the feeling was entirely mutual. But Gren went and undid a couple buttons and wiped some water off of them. "Although they are rather noticeable, don't you think?" He could say it to Leon. "I have to admit, when I first got stuck with them, you can't stop poking at them and making them bounce."

"Yeah," Leon breathed, an air of levity about him. "Must have been one hell of a tough time." He took a final puff from his cigarette and butted it out in the ashtray. "Poor you, constantly having your own set of tits to play with."

"You sound frustrated there. How about you go handle yourself in the back. I'm done with my smoke." And Gren was with one last drag and putting the butt out in Leon's ashtray. "I'm making this much worse.." But Gren had the next part down to the 'T', bending over to get up in Leon's face and having giant, perfect tits squished up and hefty by her arms, and it didn't help having all the buttons undone. "I don't play with them anymore..I rather have them played with."

"Ugh," Leon almost whimpered. "If I pay you, will you leave and stop making me want to commit suicide?"

Gren could have laughed at him all day. The other gave Leon a big hug WHY? Because massive clevage squished right up against his chest like God's Best Pillow. "Don't work too hard~" Gren teased, and let the other go, heading for the door. "I'll catch you later, Kitten." Old nicknames die hard.

"Yeah," Leon breathed out almost sadly. But he made no effort to stop Gren. No meant no then, and it still means no now. Though he wasn't above enjoying the view as he watched her walk away.