He doesn't have time to say anything else before he's watching Rory getting tackled by staff, hauled away, surely to be shoved in solitary. Leonard's protests that he hadn't started it seemed to fall on deaf ears and he stops trying with a frustrated huff.
Rory's nowhere to be found for days and Leonard doesn't get that whole scene out of his head. He can't stop thinking about the way he looked, standing over him. It was kind of unnerving in a way Leonard couldn't quite put a finger on, which bothers him almost as much.
He's sitting on an overstuffed chair that looks like it's seen better days, sketchpad propped against bent knees, focused on the drawing he'd been working on since the day Rory ended up in iso. For once, it isn't even something for Lisa; he'd have to do something else for her because a set of eyes, with nothing else at all, is not the sort of thing he'd send his four-year-old baby sister.
He's so focused on fussing with the shading, he doesn't really notice anything in his surroundings.
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Date: 2018-03-04 02:53 am (UTC)Rory's nowhere to be found for days and Leonard doesn't get that whole scene out of his head. He can't stop thinking about the way he looked, standing over him. It was kind of unnerving in a way Leonard couldn't quite put a finger on, which bothers him almost as much.
He's sitting on an overstuffed chair that looks like it's seen better days, sketchpad propped against bent knees, focused on the drawing he'd been working on since the day Rory ended up in iso. For once, it isn't even something for Lisa; he'd have to do something else for her because a set of eyes, with nothing else at all, is not the sort of thing he'd send his four-year-old baby sister.
He's so focused on fussing with the shading, he doesn't really notice anything in his surroundings.