Bad Weather, Good Company

Two-toned eyes of hers did not seek his out. Had he touched a nerve with his confession, or somehow made things awkward unknowingly? He knew he probably had, but he couldn't take it back. The rain continued to fall as silence fell over them, only to be broken moments later by a rumble of thunder and her response. Worried? Why should he be worried? But in all honesty, he was very much worried. Though most of his worry concentrated on the fact that he didn't have a family, he knew even after he got one - if that ever happened - that the worry would only shift somewhere else and not go away altogether. She furthered her question, worried about doing it wrong? A chuckle slipped from his lips. "More than I care to admit,"

His head remained down, unable to bring himself to look at her. He'd just admitted that he was a worrier, but then again she'd probably already known that. "But there's always something to worry about, might as well be a wife and children." Oh how he would love to have a family to worry about, little children running amok, a wife laughing beside him as they looked on while the children played. He would protect them with his life, love them with every inch of his heart, and worry about them until the day he died. It seemed like a lot of work, but it was the one thing Leon wanted more than anything else in the world.

"It'd be worth it though.. at least to me." Since he was young he'd wanted a family. Granted, he'd been born into a sizable family already, but he wanted one he called his own. Little pups that looked like him, sounded like him, a wife who stared at him adoringly, who loved him as much as he loved her. A family to call his very own, a family to be proud of, to grow old with, to pour his very soul into. It was all really beautiful - in his mind at least.

"speeeeech"