Two years. Two years, he'd been living Alexia's life, taking every step available to him to maintain the illusion that he was her. No one who didn't know beforehand had ever found out, not a soul. Even Al himself wondered at times where he ended and she began.

And this guy picks up on it in a matter of days.

The way he breaks it down, he can't even bring himself to argue his case; he just stares down, balling his fists tighter with every word Leo speaks. He's just overcome with a wave of dread, that all that work was for nothing... but only if he tells anyone.

"...How long have you known?"

It's asked calmly enough, but there's something dark beneath that facade. Whether it's anger, sadness, or something else, it's hard to say.