Confidences

Who: Leo and Tobias
Where: Tobias' house
When: Shortly after the PM exchange

Leo had wasted no time leaving the beach hut place he'd been put in. He was no lover of solitude, in fact, another day of that and even with the ability to message people he would have been climbing the walls. Discovering the existence of some way out was the best thing to happen to him and he was so in that lift within a couple of minutes of finding it, leaving everything behind without a second thought.

When Tobias' message had come through, with an invite over, he didn't hesitate in agreeing, though he'd been surprised, given that last time he'd tried with the guy, he'd got very much slapped down. He'd been nervous about really trying anything again after that, even if the guy had been having a bad day, he couldn't deny that the snub had really stung.

But, any company was better than no company and Leo was suffering badly from the lack of social interaction as he headed across to the other guy's house, knocking tentatively on the front door.

 - .

The same had gone for Tobias. Although he loved his secret room which gave him everything of home (except, for some reason, the tribal masks and idols his father sent him), it didn't compare to freedom. He didn't want to get locked in there again. Never again. Of course, he said that after ExC too and look where that had gotten him - locked up. Again.

And now he had the option of talking to other people... He could have gone to Salem. To Esme. Even to Camber. But Leo had been the name his mind had plucked out of all the options. Maybe because they had just gone through the same shit again as before. So he'd messaged Leo and waited. When it was agreed, Tobias officially got dressed, did his hair, slathered (overstatement) his face and gone into the kitchen to make eggs and bacon. He had no clue what time it was but breakfast like foods called to him.

When Leo knocked on the door it was enough of a surprise that he dropped the glass he'd been about to pour orange juice into and it shattered on the floor. Fuck. Alright, so apparently his nerves were completely fucking shot. Good to know. Carefully skirting around the glass despite being in boots (no need to track it into the other rooms as he didn't know if he had a vacuum or not), Tobias went and answered the door --

And it was him. The one he'd sort of noticed when they'd gone to get Scott. So that'd been Leo. "Um," his brain was not formulating words very well. Eventually he sort of stepped out of the way, opening the door fully and the words decided to come back, "Hi. Wow. I didn't think you'd be over here so quickly. Thanks--Thanks for coming."

 - .

The guy looked familiar - he'd been one of the people with Scott, the guy tied to the tree, Leo recalled. And he understood a little better some of the comments which had been made when they were talking over the journals, but Tobias wasn't the first guy Leo'd ever seen who wore makeup, so the guy hardly batted an eyelid about it. "Sorry - am I here too soon, I mean, I can go walk around the block for a bit or something. Though, honestly? It's fucking freezing out here. I didn't realise that it could get this cold, y'know?" he said, talking at speed, shuddering for effect. Most of the countries he'd visited on his travels had been warm - he liked the sun, he liked to feel it on his skin. Even when the sun was out here, it lacked any real heat.

 - .

"No, um... No. Please," he gestured for Leo to come in, wanting to laugh about the cold comment and managing a brief, flickering smile, "You must not have paid attention in geography then. Despite your travels." Once Leo got himself inside, Tobias quickly shut the door against the cold. "I dropped a glass so if you go in the kitchen, beware of glass," he searched out the utility closet and grabbed the broom. "There's a plate of eggs and bacon for you. I'm not much of a cook so that's the best you get," he noted as he began to sweep up the glass.

 - .

Leo shrugged off his coat and hung it up, glad to get out of it. "Nah - I wasn't really much one for school," he admitted as he followed Tobias. "And I have to admit, I kinda avoided the arctic and places when I was travelling - preferred the sunny spots," he added with a grin.

 - .

Tobias sort of twitched every time there was the clattering, sharp sound of glass coming together but he had to sweep it up. Stupid cup. "So you completely missed out on hanging with penguins? You know, like taking pictures with them while wearing a tux." Or maybe that was just something he would do. Once all the glass was in a pile, he shook out the bristles, "Oh, um, I wanted to apologize for before. I was kind of dealing with some shit and not doing it very well." He still hadn't dealt with it but that was no excuse.

 - .

"Well, I went to a couple of zoos - does that count?" Leo asked, quirking a smile as he stood in the doorway, watching Tobias work. He felt awkward, unsure - but the apology went some way to relieving that slightly and the blonde relaxed a little. "Don't mention it, it's fine," he said, trying to make it seem like it was less of a deal than it had felt at the time. He knew he overreacted sometimes, but that wasn't Tobias' fault. He just had to deal with his own internal quirks.

 - .

"Not really. If they're not like, free roaming, they're depressing penguins," It felt kind of good to be joking around like this only really, the jokes weren't going to last for very long. Not once he got into what he called Leo here for. Putting the broom away and fetching the dust pan and brush that went with it, "It's... Really not. Scott got sick and I have a history of people close to me dying from illness. Doesn't mean I should have taken it out on you." Okay, so it was sort of like saying he was afraid Leo was going to snuff it just for talking to him. And really, it was only a half-truth anyhow.

 - .

"Really, it's okay," Leo assured him, leaning back against the wall. We wanted to ask about the history part, but, okay or not, he wasn't really sure where he stood. But, then again, hadn't the guy asked him over to share something? He really did't know what this was all about. "You okay?" he asked, instead. Nice, open question there, could mean anything.

 - .

Tobias just shrugged dismissively then and carefully swept the glass up into the dust pan quickly but thoroughly before dumping it in a nearby trash can. It was a loud, horrible sound. "Maybe you should eat first before I get into whether I'm okay or not. Just... grab a plate. Doesn't matter which," he said, fetching another glass and going back to what he'd been doing before Leo had surprised him - pouring orange juice.

 - .

Leo raised an eyebrow at that, but did as he was told and sat to eat, trying to restraint himself and not wolf it all down. It wasn't that he was particularly hungry, just that he never turned down the offer of food - he couldn't get out of the mindset that one never knew where one's next meal was coming from. But, he watched Tobias as he ate, waiting for him to make the next move.

 - .

Tobias set the glass of orange juice by Leo's plate then quietly poured one for himself before sitting as well. He did not start eating but just stared at the plate for a moment, breathing deeply. God, how the Hell to phrase it. He waited for a moment when he was certain Leo wouldn't choke before asking, "What... What would you do if someone decided to tell you a... huge secret? Like... murder huge?" All while he asked, he'd been poking and prodding his eggs around his plate.

 - .

Leo pause din his eating and looked across, though he h=didn't put down his cutlery - food was more important than any secret in his book. "That's... a pretty serious secret," he said, figuring the guy didn't really mean murder. That was just thrown in there to make it sound ominous - right? Right. Nobody ever actually meant murder.

 - .

Except... He totally did mean murder. "Yeah. It--Someone over the PMs decided to use me as a confidant and told me this huge, horrible thing and I have no clue what to do. I don't even think I can talk to," he had almost said a name but managed to cut himself off and change to, "this person anymore." Tobias tapped his fork on his plate for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip a little bit, "I can't ... In a way I've sort of known you the longest... It really was murder."

 - .

leo blinked, clearly surprised - so much so that he actually put his fork down and pushed the plate away from himself. "Hold on - you're... you're winding me up, right? I mean - that's... It's... I know that.... God, really?" he asked, trying a good few sentences befoe he hit on one that really worked for him there.

 - .

If this had been funny at all, Tobias would have smiled at the flustered state of his breakfast buddy. Only it wasn't funny at all. "The way they described it - they were trying to make it sound like a mercy killing only it's still killing. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do or think or even tell this person because I can't make it sound 'okay' because it's not." And the more he spoke, the more it sounded like he was just going to break down in tears but he managed not to. For once.

 - .

"Was it here?" Leo asked. He knew that there'd been a hell of a lot of shit going on, but... Well, he'd been in isolation, he hadn't experienced anything, but he'd heard things - who couldn't have heard things. Maybe this was something that had happened during one of the other experiments.

 - .

"No," Tobias said quickly but not so quick it was suspicious because it was the God's honest truth. It had not been here. "It was before this. Which is why I'm so unsure. This person's been nothing but nice otherwise..." Apparently stress was enough to start making him hungry because he finally took a bite out of his bacon.

 - .

"Nice apart from the fact that they've killed someone," Leo surmised. He had no idea how he'd react to that. Was it someone he knew? God - was it someone he knew? Were they dangerous? Psychopaths and serial killers were meant to be nice people when you met them, weren't they? Wasn't Hannibal Lecter known for having that kind of personality? Nice and everything until he was feeding you your brains? Shit. Was he overreacting here? He was probably overreacting here, he should probably just shut his brain up and listen to the guy. "Go on," he prompted.

 - .

"Well yeah... But even then, apparently it was a 'I don't want to see them suffer' thing..." But then Tobias realized that he was just making excuses and he sighed heavily, shaking his head, "Forget I said that." He kind of doubted Scott was a sociopath though. "I guess... I just. Wanted someone to tell me what to do. Do I figure out who's 'in charge' of this sort of thing and tell? Or do I beg you to keep it a secret and never speak of it again while offering some sort of bribe..." And he wished he could have said that was flirting and not an honest to God option.

 - .

leo blinked. "And... you're asking me?" he asked, sounding surprised. he didn't know what to think about that - apart from 'oh shit, the responsibility'. he wasn't a responsible guy - he was the guy who'd up and left home and bummed it round the world for a few years. He wasn't even sure if he could remember how to spell responsibility. "I, erm... What was the not suffering part of it?" he asked, even though Tobias had said to forget that bit.