"It's a concrete obstacle, a small nuisance that makes life difficult for ordinary people."
"You may not be able to change the entire city's financial structure right now. You may not be able to defeat Moretti right now."
"But fixing a door threshold? That, you can do."
Leo stood up.
He took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto a nearby chair.
He unfastened his cufflinks and was about to roll up his shirt sleeves.
"Stop, Leo."
Roosevelt chided him. "Put your sleeves down and put your suit back on."
Leo's hands froze mid-air. He was confused. "Why? Didn't you tell me to solve the immediate problem? I was just about to get a hammer..."
