November 14th
"Any progress on calming the fuck down?" I asked as I handed Leo a cup of coffee over the back of the sofa.
He had been sat staring at the floor for a while now, his head in his hands.
"Not really," he replied gruffly.
"You're tense," I said, resting my hands on his shoulders, "are you sure you don't want to tell me what's going on with the rogues? It might help."
"I am sure."
"Then what do you want to do?" I asked, "you can't just sit here wallowing for the rest of the day."
"I've got things to think about, Ella," he said.
"Things to stress over you mean," I replied, "Xander, Haden, rogues, your Dad-"
"I know," he interrupted, "you don't need to remind me."
I took my hands off his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder.