Leon wasn't the best of friends. Most of his day to day thoughts were occupied by how people and life had done him wrong, and how he was a victim of the world. He was a drug addict, an alcoholic and hopeless; what did he really have to offer up in a friendship.

He nodded a little, pulling away as she started to talk. Biting his lip, he glanced around before he indicated for her to lead the way. "We can go where-ever you want." He said with a sad smile. "Complicated talk doesn't matter."