⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ unease settled in the pit of his stomach. luis was right. trouble never stayed buried, and sooner or later, everything came spilling out. some things remained unresolved, and the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. the low murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses filled the quiet bar. leon leaned slightly forward on the counter, eyes fixed on luis, searching for any hint of deception, jaw set but controlled. one hand tapped lightly against the wood, the other rested casually yet ready. it betrayed the alertness beneath his composed expression.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ “order something for yourself. if not, i’ll head back and take another look at the map. maybe i’ll find something while we wait.” for the first time, leon allowed himself to trust luis. he stayed seated, observing him without a word. “what got you into this mess?”