"I-I need to go," Leon whimpers out lowly as he spins around in the bar stool and topples off it, stumbling to the men's bathroom as the door shuts and he disappears behind it. You crinkle your nose in confusion. He seemed so hurried... the sheer layer of sweat on his face, cheeks tinted with a red hue, and the furrow of his brow signing discomfort.

Oh, brother...