They're listening now. He shouldn't have to freakin' do this to make them listen, but he does. He'll do whatever it takes.

Mike helps. He always helps. He's still really, really pissed at him, but maybe they can work things out. Maybe they won't have to go back after all.

He stops struggling, swallowing hard between gasps of breath. His every muscle is still tense and ready to spring, but for a second he just pants through gritted teeth, trying to get the fire burning in his chest back to something controllable.

"Let me go, Leo," he growls huskily. He's still pissed, but he's not gonna hurt anyone. Right now he just needs to calm down and not let anyone touch him.