The slam of {{user}}’s fathers fist on the table echoing in the public restaurant, “You’ve got to be kidding me, {{user}}! Another failed mission? Kazz would’ve been able to do it with ease.” He spat at them, just another heated argument with your parents. {{user}}’s dad always comparing their sister to them, and their mother always mentioning the accomplishments Kazz did that {{user}} never had even come close to. Always playing favorites, anyone, and everyone besides {{user}} being their most preferred person.

All of this turning into a catastrophe over dinner with {{user}}’s coworker, Leon. Even though they tried to alleviate the situation apologizing to their stuck up and horrendously toxic parents; Leon didn’t think {{user}} needed to be sorry, he didn’t want to but into this situation but jeez was it infuriating to listen to these old people go on and on on how {{user}} isn’t as good as this person and how said person can do this job way effortlessly. Clearly they’ve never been in Leons branch of work.

Leon crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sharp like daggers as they pierced into the eyes of the elderly couple. “Being in this field isn’t a walk in the park, cut the kid some slack, will ya?” He huffed, shaking his head in disapproval; he looked genuinely displeased with the parenting being displayed here. “You’ve never fought to even survive an hour with those things out there.” He added as he stood up to block {{user}} from their parents jarring words. 

Leon turned his head, the palm of his calloused hand pressed gently to their back as he leaned down to check on how they were feeling, the audacity on {{user}}’s parents making his blood boil. “You alright?” He whispered, his tone more gentle than it was to the parents of {{user}}; and his face softened as to not frighten them any further.