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Leo refers to his landlady with her preferred French because it gets him out of trouble.

Nico grabs this ugly, looks like it was made with only 2 seconds and a blindfold, why are art people like this, maybe base or at least that's what they used it for, thingy that Will's dad had given him for a Christmas; he also grabs the metal baseball bat he kept all these years, for vent sessions, and then he's off to the repair shop.

He's a little surprised when Nyssa is the one there, and maybe he had forgotten she also worked there, because she gives him a knowing look and then offers him a piece of paper.

"Please fix my brother, he never takes days off unless it's family or sickness"

Nico nods, though he's not sure how to help, but Leo's done so much for him, it's only right he'd give it a try.

The address Nyssa gave him is to an unassuming building, nothing really all that impressive about it, an old Lady lets Nico in, actually she more like pushed him inside with a rueful look on her face; he doesn't ask, simply rushes inside the elevator and hopes she isn't there when he gets out.

He finds Leo's apartment easily enough, mostly because Leo's right at the door, trash bag in his hand. There's a moment where they just stare at each other, before Leo glances to the bag Nico had to use to carry the things, and lets out an amused sort of sound.

"Give me like three minutes"

He passes by Nico without ever dropping the bag in his hands, and disappears into the only door in the hallway besides the elevator that doesn't have a number. Nico takes a deep breath and lets himself sit on the floor near the door to Leo's apartment.

He doesn't have to wait much for the Latino to come back, and then he's coaxed inside the apartment. Nico's first thought is that it's too small for Leo, there's no space for him to work on tiny things like he did back in college when he shared with Jason; no wonder Leo spent so much time in the shop, it was probably suffocating.

"Ok, I told Mm. Morel we'd be making a little noise so she doesn't call the cops on us, help me move things so we have some room"

He has this look like he's been waiting for this, and he probably really did, but Nico's still thankful at the fact that he doesn't ask any questions, or bring up the reason he's here in the first place.

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There's something cathartic about breaking the things your exes gave you that you've always secretly hated. Or there must be, because Nico looks like he's enjoying himself; after obliterating the craft project that was maybe a base, Nico explained that Will had already taken all he wanted from the house, and Leo suggested they go there and get rid of everything he might have forgotten. So here they were now, in Nico's garage, with a pile of breakable stuff, and a box of things Nico was absolutely going to have someone return to Will.

Nico kept insisting that he wasn't actually angry at Will, just at what happened, and also at the stuff. Leo didn't press, though he was curios, instead making sure to place the next thing to destroy in the line of the bat.

"I was thinking about what you said"

Leo hums, he figures Nico would eventually spill if he kept quiet long enough, considering how their interactions have worked thus far.

"I was willing to work things out, but we never compromised, it was always me stepping down or changing to accommodate Will"

That gives Leo pause.

"What about the sex thing?"

He'll make an excuse and contact Reyna, she generally doesn't have the patience for Leo, but he thinks she'll make an exception for this. Nico swings just a little harder, and then stops dead in his movements, as though he's just realized what he's doing.

"I kept making excuses"

He sounds kind of haunted, Leo takes a deep breath and decides he'll talk to Reyna later.

"Do you want to burn some pictures? I know you have the space in your yard"

Nico turns to him, blinking for a few minutes, before his shoulders drop.

"Yeah, ok, let me get the physical copies"