[His laughter, as if leading to another tease, stops abruptly when he sees Elliot's extended hand. It's a nostalgic sight, bringing him back to their first meeting. The light that dragged him out of his lonely existence, which he had planned to follow for the rest of his life. This sight should be extinguished and out of reach, but here it is again. Leo closes his eyes, with the joking laugh released in a sadder tone. This is temporary: A happy dream between stages of grief. Taking Elliot's offer will make their next parting that much worse. ]
You're so bossy.
[But he takes Elliot's hand anyway and gets back to his feet.] Very well. Let's tell a good story, then, Elliot. I have high standards.
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You're so bossy.
[But he takes Elliot's hand anyway and gets back to his feet.] Very well. Let's tell a good story, then, Elliot. I have high standards.