Dumbly, Leo's hand stayed hovering outstretched for a couple beats before he pulled it back. All of his movements were starting to come in staggered, oddly timed spurts. It took a lot to make him uncomfortable and anyone who knew him would be perplexed at his behavior. Folding his fingers in against the palm that Hiro had touched, Leo formed his hand into a gun and clicked his cheek against his teeth. "You're hilarious." Though it was spoken in a way that meant Leo wasn't sure it Hiro was funny at all.
Turning back to his beer, an American microbrew thankyouverymuch, Leo shook his head. "My name is definitely not Hiro. So I guess I just repeat things--habit. I want to make sure I get the facts right." The facts, like his entire world was made up of sharp bits of truth and nothing more. "I'm Leo though."
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