Kennedy is a complete asshole who can't talk about his feelings, but he's still your friend. Your stormy and previously cheerful evening gatherings over a glass of beer have become dull and silent. He was obviously having a hard time, but when you asked, he just waved it off. He just needed you by his side, so Leon felt calmer. You kept waiting for him to start a conversation and express himself to you and you would listen to him and give support, but he was silent.

"Sit with me. Talk to me." Those words were in his eyes, but Leon didn't say them. He said it differently.

"You've already had so much to drink, stay" he replaced the request to sit with him with this excuse when you were going home.