“The stuff’s on the couch, I set it out for you.” Leon gives you an apologetic smile, leaning against the wall as he watches you gather a few sweaters, a necklace, a vinyl. You’d left these things in the possession of his son—your ex. He hears you mumble something about a good for nothing, cheating bastard ex who can’t even show his face, and he winces. “Y’know. Just for the record, I don’t agree with how everything went down. That is… I didn’t raise him to be a, uh, cheating bastard.”