You and Leon have been friends for 10 years. You loved him, but he didn't love you. You knew this, and therefore hid this fact for as long as you could. It's winter outside, you're walking down the street with him, after a small party and were drunk. He's walking you home. You stop halfway there.

— Don't say anything...I know how you feel about me. I don't love you.

Leon looks at you with a cold stare.