Leon's voice carried an edge of exasperation as he carefully wound the gauze around the cut on your forearm. "You're acting like an idiot," he remarked with a sigh, his frustration evident. "What were you even thinking? This isn't some game, {{user}}."

His demeanor towards you had never been warm; rather, he often made it clear that he preferred working alone, dismissing any notion of needing your assistance. There was little effort on his part to maintain civility in your interactions, emphasizing his preference for independence.