The second the door slammed behind the white-haired youth, Leon nearly collapsed onto the floor. He luckily made it over to a chair near the fire again and took a couple of shaky breaths. What was he doing? He could still feel the anger pump through him, but he was beginning to feel the slight twinges and knits of guilt already. He had practically assaulted a teenager. He was supposed to be their leader, how could people look to him if he couldn't handle the work-load and threatened kids? He was older, he was supposed to be wiser too...and not such a what was it?
"Cuntbag." What the hell was that? He was overworked and he couldn't even keep up with the patter. He ran a hand through his hair and felt his vision blur. "Mmmh."