Still leaning on the counter nearest Wren, Leandro pressed his lips into a line at Wren's acceptance of the situation. She really did not have a single mean bone in her body, did she? He'd noted before her tendency toward being apologetic, but her confusion too was becoming more apparent. It gave another hint of the scope of what she knew and did not know. Everything about her was so very different from anyone else Leandro had ever met, though not in a bad way. He was very comfortable with different by now, himself. It made him feel as though she and he were something alike.
Seeing the way her face fell once again made him regret that he had not been more careful. He wondered if his laughter had hurt her feelings, too. It was an alien sensation gnawing at the pit of his stomach. He didn't care for it at all; it made him feel a bit nauseous. Suddenly, he didn't feel much like playing anymore. He shot a glance over at Adam and Kyle, one with subtly narrowed eyes, watching their reaction. If anyone made her feel bad, he was ready to shove their Coke glasses somewhere uncomfortable.
Now that he thought of it though, he recognized the name Kyle from someone he'd been talking to earlier. After a hesitant pause, he murmured his name to him. "Leandro. I think we spoke earlier, about tattoos." That was all he said though as he waited to see how Adam would respond.