Cloud returned his gaze to Leon after he had given him his answer only to release a quiet sigh. Exhaustion, that was understandable. The blonde supposed it was too early to be concerned about someone anyway, scratching his head. He found Leon’s next remark to be… irrelevant, denying his emotions to silently walk around the room. It would be unmanly of him to openly speak about to how he felt worried for Leon when there was no reason for it. Men did not say anything when it came to those terms.
Reaching over for the slip of paper, Cloud skim through the handwriting and nodded his head. “I will help,” he spoke, showing the paper to Leon before sticking his hand back in his pocket to search for a pen. In order to be in the group, he had to sign his name. Realizing he did not carry a pen around, the blonde twisted to meet with Leon once again. “May I borrow a pen?” he asked, leaning against the small table in the center of the room.