Leon looked up and away from Jack, biting his lip. Merde, he'd said the wrong thing and now Mr. Cavanaugh was sending him away, like he couldn't handle this, like he wasn't smart enough to know something was wrong and couldn't control himself in the situation. It was like Professor Hallowfen all over again, demonstrating a shocking lack of faith in a student who had, if you asked Leon, had more growth and strength than any of the other students at the Academy collectively.
But sure, send him away. Send him away so the adults could handle this. What did he know? He was just a student. Leon was wounded even more deeply that it was coming from Mr. Cavanaugh, who he felt such a deep connection with.
Leon's grip tightened on the desk and he had to check himself before he broke it. "No." He said simply. "I'm not leaving. You're right. Something is wrong and we--" Jack's sweater looked so soft and he smelled amazing. Leon had the strong urge to reach out and adjust his collar and touch the silk of his tie. Leon swallowed hard and his eyebrows drew together stubbornly, determinedly. "We will figure it out. Together."