Leo and Maya locked eyes. The argument was over. The bond was sealed.
Maya slid into the shadows of the rafters, her crossbow loaded. The Strike: Leo checked his pistol magazine. Seven rounds. [S5E3] Family Bonding
Leo flipped the table to create a funnel at the front door. Leo and Maya locked eyes
Leo softened, stepping into the dim yellow light of the overhead bulb. He sat on the bench opposite her, reaching out to take the roll of gauze from her hands. She didn't resist. Maya slid into the shadows of the rafters,
"You weren't supposed to be there, Maya," Leo said, his voice a low growl.
"I lost your mother to this life," Leo whispered, expertly wrapping the white cloth around her arm. "Every time you pick up a weapon, I see her. And it terrifies me."