Leon had made it a nightly practice on the evenings Andrei was serving his detention to come out, at least for a few minutes, and check on him. He came with the excuse if delivering blood, a sort of meal delivery service that wasn't much different from a mother bringing her child his lunch. Or a doting wife delivering lunch to her hard working husband. Leon didn't care for the stigma, or how it might be perceived by others such as Rob, and continued to bring Andrei something to eat.
Really, he felt just as responsible for the detention Andrei had to serve as Andrei was. He'd begged Andrei, pleaded the vampire to turn him to save his life. Thinking back, Leon wondered if he'd make the same choice, knowing what he had to lose and how difficult the change would have been. Death, an eternal suffering at the hands of the evil spirits who would tear apart his soul forever, it seemed to pale in comparison to the heartbreak, the cycles of loss from almost every front that he'd gone through as a waterfall of fallout from being turned.
But things were looking up. He'd made new friends. Mickey was talking to him again and they were on better terms. He had insights to Andrei's character now that he hadn't before, and it was part of why he was looking forward to seeing him. Leon kept his emotions in check, though, not letting them bleed over through their connection, because he was still pretty miffed at Andrei from what he'd said over texts a while ago.
"Hey," he greeted his sire, smiling a bit despite himself. Andrei looked good as a lumberjack. "How's it going?" He stepped up to him, passing the blood bag over to Andrei as he met his gaze.