Jack saw the hurt in Leon's dark eyes. He wanted to reach out to his student, he wanted to tangle his hands in his hair and stroke the boy's face, assure him that everything was alright, that everything was going to be okay. This wasn't his fault, because how could anything be his fault? Leon, he was so young, so beautiful, and he had to know...
Get a grip, Jack.
The teacher took a step back. "Leon," he said, before correcting himself, "Mr. Vincent. Please. If we-- If I have any chance of thinking at all, I need you to not be here. Because when you are, when I can see you, hear your voice," that lovely voice, "I can't think at all. It takes all my strength to just stand here and, and not..." Jack's hands balled into fists. "You need to find Mr. DaƱtura, your boyfriend. Please."