Later on, after Leon had cooled down he felt utterly ashamed of his next action. He pushed Riku back as he made to get past him, into the wall and it was not done delicately. He was much taller than the back-talking youth and he made sure he used it imposingly.
"Do you have any idea what the fuck you just wrote?" He grasped the boy's face to face the note. "'it's time to get the ball rolling on this Comittee thing.'" He unheld him, but kept both arms at either side of his head. "Rude, little punk! Do you have any idea how fucking hard we've worked thus far, are still working and have been working?" He wasn't yelling, his voice was harsh and low: threatening.
"For your information, wise-ass I've been stuck in Ansem's place trying to find anything and work through everything that we can possibly use. I haven't slept in nearly three days, you little shit and you come in here and pass causal judgement on us, on me? Just because you've killed a couple of heartless you think you know what this is about? Think again."
It was so utterly unlike himself; he never lost his temper like this, but he just couldn't hold it in, he was furious.