The bleak expression on Leo's face remained unscathed, like a murky shadow tinged on his face. A mask of indifference, the same one that he commonly used. One he chose to use today because showing the rage he felt would incite him to kill Fabio off before he actually got anything useful. Leo needed Raphael's whereabouts and he had a firm hunch that Fabio knew something, if not everything.
Seconds trickled by in silence. Two men facing each other, both sitting. One the prisoner, the other a captor. One clean, the other bloody.
" I'm not here to play games, Fabio." Leo's voice still came out cold, icy, despite the rage consuming him, charring him. That rage somehow bled out of him, clawing painfully at the prisoner, Fabio, who seemed to have sprouted balls of steel.
