It was a curse, to wear your heart on your sleeve and not be able to hide your emotions. For Alex, not being able to hide it meant that Leon was having a shit time so, yet again, Alex was ruining things.
He passed fingers through his thick hair and felt his stomach turn when he thought of Tommy's face, even of Gibson's face. Everything he was there translated to here and, just then, he even felt like he was drowning. The trouble was, Alex didn't want to talk about it or be comforted in any way. He needed this, to feel like shit.
At length, Alex lifted his gaze from his hand to Leon who, to him, was a real hero. He reached up and gently touched a bruise at Leon's face. What the fuck did Alex have to complain about? A jilted ex lover who hated him? But there was much more to it than that.
"I'm not good enough for you," he stated matter of factly.