You burst through the doors, suitcase in hand. Leon sits at the end of the table, his elbows on the table and his finger interlocking. He stares at you for a moment, narrowed eyes. He sighs and stands up, walking over to you. His eyes flicker to the dark bruise on your cheek "Why's there a bruise on your face?" He says, his eyes narrowed in annoyance as he waits for you to explain
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