"You got me." A promise. An unshakeable one as he follows Leonard's eyes down to where their hands are linked together. He'd all but admitted to Leonard that he was in love with him, that he'd always be in love with him and he hadn't run. Hadn't turned him away or been made uncomfortable by the idea.

So what the hell kind of friend would he be if he turned and ran just because Leonard's old man was a homophobic asshole?

"I ain't gonna run."