[ Leo would have kept it all to himself — all those terrible truths — like he has for the past few months if only Jack hadn't showed up. He thought he'd been prepared to stay silent still, because he'd given Oz a choice and Oz had chosen to stay ignorant (not a choice Leo can fault him for, ignorance is bliss) and it had been Oz's choice alone. But slowly, at some indiscernible point, it had started eating away at him even as he distanced himself and sought distractions.
In the end, it's futile.
Because just maybe he started thinking of Oz as a friend too and that comes with a certain worry. He doesn't think Jack has said anything, why would he when being thought of as a hero only works to his advantage, but how long would that illusion last? Someone else needs to know.
The only person he can think of that might keep it to himself too is Xerxes Break and although he hadn't send the text with the intention of telling him everything, here he was knocking on Break's door.
A single, rapt knock, because he knows how badly Break wants to know and that's all that's needed. ]
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In the end, it's futile.
Because just maybe he started thinking of Oz as a friend too and that comes with a certain worry. He doesn't think Jack has said anything, why would he when being thought of as a hero only works to his advantage, but how long would that illusion last? Someone else needs to know.
The only person he can think of that might keep it to himself too is Xerxes Break and although he hadn't send the text with the intention of telling him everything, here he was knocking on Break's door.
A single, rapt knock, because he knows how badly Break wants to know and that's all that's needed. ]