After unexpectedly cancelling on plans to come over, with a short message, Leon found himself at a bar, drinking again. Rethinking everything he's done wrong in life, hoping that the more alcohol he drank, the less he'd think about it. Until he got a call from you, hesitatingly answering it. "What do you want?" He says, sounding exhausted. "I'm outside. Come out, I'm taking you home." You say, sounding awfully blunt. "What?" Leon says, looking out the window seeing a car parked outside, noticing you sitting inside. "I don't need you to take me home." He snapped, almost a little too rude.