Danny's POV
The silence in my dorm room was a physical weight on us, cold and suffocating. Leo sat on the edge of my bed, his spine a rigid line of betrayal, his back turned to me. The air still smelled of our sweat and the heat of a moment that had been ruined.
"Leo, please," I whispered, clutching the sheets to my chest. "It was just a...it's just a character from my drawings. You are overthinking these things, you know...."
"Don't," Leo snapped. He didn't yell. His voice was flat, dead which was somehow worse. He finally turned, his eyes bloodshot red. "I am not a child, Danny. You didn't just say the name. You were waiting for whoever it was to come and break you. You don't love me, your heart belongs somewhere else."
"It's not that....you think I would really do that to you?"
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