Shockingly enough, Leon actually agreed with the lout sitting across from him. Likewise he would never admit it, but he had in fact missed him. There was almost no one Leon trusted more than his brother, and knowing he could always count on him gave him a great deal of comfort. Particularly when things were the way they currently were, with Aubre on the outs, his body still recovering from the 'incident' and the rest of this shithole of a region teetering on the edge of collapsing entirely.

He had to confess that he was somewhat surprised at the accommodations he'd found Ezra in, having fully expected an invite to a roach motel. Yet, to his surprise, there was not even a single overdosing hooker. It seemed that he really was in a bad mood lately . Personally Leon couldn't understand it, the entire affair was idiotic. But he'd always been the logical one, Ezra had the emotion he lacked while Leon actually had a brain. "Grazie" He polishes off the final shot and places the glass back down, raising a brow as the other stands. "Since when did you offer to do anything? Are you feeling well." To the next retort he simply rolls his eyes, waving him off before turning his gaze to said window.

The lights flicker, and a frown crosses his face. It wasn't surprising to find Ezra in a hovel with faulty wiring, but this penthouse had seemed rather more put together than that. Then again, the entire region was falling apart, so he supposed it was hardly surprising that the utilities weren't being maintained either. As he started to reply he was cut short by a snicker, dark eyes moving to identify the sound. He could not, however, and he found himself irritated. If one of Ezra's little 'projects' was loose he was going to put it down without a thought, no matter how much is brother bitched.

His eyes turn to the rat asleep on the couch, softening slightly. Despite everything Ezra and 15 had always been quite close. For whatever reason he let the little pipsqueak in. Leon was glad that he had a friend, someone he hadn't managed to run off with his utterly toxic personality. He'd gone back to perusing the rain outside when the other man finally trudged back up the stairs. With a sigh and a frown he'd turned, intending to give him a some 'advice' in handling his 'hobbies', only to stop. THere, on his shoulder, was 15. The same 15 who he'd just seen asleep on the couch. Rather than respond Leon just stared, his face confused.

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