<em>Leo and Danica, torn between upset and furious</em><br/><br/>Leo blinked as she brushed him off and walked away. He stared at the door for a time, brain trying to process the rejection properly. Properly meaning that he didn't fly off the handle and hit something. His hand twitched anyway, trying to move on its own.<br/><br/>Then he turned, eyes half-furious and half-dead. He stalked towards her, still trying to reign in his partial fury. He grabbed the beer from her and took a swig. "Damn," he hissed. He put down the beer on the table. "Look at me," he turned her and nudged her chin up. "I..." he was as close to awkward as she'd seen him, "I wouldn't joke about that--wasn't joking--am not joking."<br/><br/>He sighed. "Look, this isn't exactly easy for me. Asking, I mean. Hell, I don't have a clue how to do this kind of thing. But I'm serious about wanting you, Danica.<em>You</em>mind, not anyone else."