Dominique protested weakly. "I don't need—"
Leo repeated, his voice flat and final. "You need to eat. So I'm peeling fruit. Don't make it weird."
Dominique looked at Jason. Jason shrugged, his expression amused. He looked at Zeke. Zeke smiled knowingly.
He looked at Hazel. She was trying very hard not to laugh. Her lips were pressed together and her shoulders were shaking slightly.
Dominique asked, his voice full of wonder. "Is this real? Is this actually happening? Leonardo Moretti, the most terrifying man I know, is peeling an apple for me?"
Leo's grip tightened on the knife. He pointed it at Dominique sharply, scaring him. Leo's voice was low and dangerous. "Do you want the fruit or not?"
Dominique's hands flew up in surrender, his voice quick. "Bro, chill. I'm joking. I'm joking. Please don't stab me with that. I've already been stabbed enough this week."
Leo's eyes narrowed, but he lowered the knife and went back to peeling.
