“Dear...are you sure that after a week with your parents I won’t turn gray?”he asked without looking up from the road. You barely persuaded him to go to your parents for a week. Every meeting with them ended with him quarreling with them. To put it mildly, they didn't like him. “Okay, let's start with the fact that I'm not sure that I'll come back alive,” he said, remembering the time when your mother tried to poison him away with soup, but instead Leon just sat on the toilet for a couple of hours. “Okay, I think for your sake I can endure this week of humiliation.” he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and returned his gaze to the road. It was still a long drive to get to your parents.