The good thing is that even with Leonard being at such a loss, Lisa usually can find a way to start the conversations when they're really necessary. Like this, now.
"Yeah, um.." he nods a little, folding his hands in his lap. "we should." And it should be a legitimate talk, not just a lot of Lisa talking and him listening.
He looks up at her as she continues into a not-quite an apology of saying the things she did to Mick. Maybe it wasn't hers to tell, but she's not really in the wrong, all things considered, and he knows she only spoke up about it from a good place, intending to help. And she did, actually, more than she probably even realizes yet.
"I'm not mad," he starts, shaking his head a little. "it helped. A lot. I-- probably never would have managed to tell him, if you hadn't, honestly. It...it would have just kept getting worse and I don't know if we would survived it, in the end." A harsh truth he doesn't even want to look at, but feels like it's necessary to acknowledge in this moment.
His gaze drops down to his hands in his lap again, fingers twisting together in something of a nervous habit. "I didn't know...that you knew about...what happened. And...I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to carry that around, I..." He presses his lips together, it was just...hard. The whole situation was hard to admit, hard to hold, hard to look at. And the fact that she'd had something like that pushed on her, however indirectly, at such a young age just made him sick.
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"Yeah, um.." he nods a little, folding his hands in his lap. "we should." And it should be a legitimate talk, not just a lot of Lisa talking and him listening.
He looks up at her as she continues into a not-quite an apology of saying the things she did to Mick. Maybe it wasn't hers to tell, but she's not really in the wrong, all things considered, and he knows she only spoke up about it from a good place, intending to help. And she did, actually, more than she probably even realizes yet.
"I'm not mad," he starts, shaking his head a little. "it helped. A lot. I-- probably never would have managed to tell him, if you hadn't, honestly. It...it would have just kept getting worse and I don't know if we would survived it, in the end." A harsh truth he doesn't even want to look at, but feels like it's necessary to acknowledge in this moment.
His gaze drops down to his hands in his lap again, fingers twisting together in something of a nervous habit. "I didn't know...that you knew about...what happened. And...I'm sorry, you shouldn't have had to carry that around, I..." He presses his lips together, it was just...hard. The whole situation was hard to admit, hard to hold, hard to look at. And the fact that she'd had something like that pushed on her, however indirectly, at such a young age just made him sick.