From: atotheb	Date: January 3rd, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

"Must have been pretty serious." Ordinarily AB would push for the truth, but with the state Leon was in she didn't dare. If he wanted to spill he would do it on his own terms.

"But he's your brother," she tried. Being a twin herself she knew what it was like to forgive the slights and bruises that she might not have forgiven her older brother for if he'd been responsible. "However bad it is I bet he'll talk it out with you."

	From: mightbeclever	Date: January 3rd, 2011 05:02 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

"How would you feel if your sister told you she was gay?" He wanted to know in all honesty, but he didn't have that same faith that she did. He didn't believe that Gael would be so willing to forgive and forget. Especially not to forget.

	From: atotheb	Date: January 3rd, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

Without stopping to think about it Abernathy shrugged. "I'd love her. Fuck that shit man. I don't care if she's gay. I mean... She's been diagnosed with schizophrenia. And I don't care. Well. I care, but I care about her. Not who she might want to sleep with or however the fuck crazy she might be."

And then the gravity of Leon's words started to sink in on her.

She squeezed the hand she held against his chest. "I don't care if you're gay either." She stretched out beside him on the cold tile floor and wrapped her arms around him. "And fuck everybody else who does because they don't matter."

	From: mightbeclever	Date: January 3rd, 2011 05:40 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

This was pathetic, Leon thought, he didn't make it a point, or habit to spend his days crying about how much his life sucked. But for the third time that night, he was fighting in vain to keep himself from crying. He rolled into Abernathy, taking a shuddering breath as he choked out a muffled sob that had been trying to get out for a long time.

	From: atotheb	Date: January 4th, 2011 05:39 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Leon/Abernathy

She didn't really know what to do now or how to make this any better for him, so she held him tight as he sobbed against her. At the very least she could be someone to turn to if he needed it.

How strange that they had become friends, weirder still that she was laying with him sobbing in her arms on Sam's bathroom floor. She squeezed him tighter and held back from speaking. She didn't have much useful to say and he didn't need to hear her half-assed advice.