[muttered or not, stahn does hear it. while his back is still turned, he frowns a bit; it really is the same tired excuse leon's been using for ages. even if he doesn't say it in as many words, it's such an empty statement at this point.

stahn is pretty used to it, though. he's used to the fact that leon won't admit when stahn is right out loud, or that they're actually friends. regardless, they're friends, he'll always stand by that sort of statement. and all the same, he won't ever force leon to admit those things, or try to make him verbalize anything of the sort. all stahn really wants from a situation like this is a little less derision towards the idea of actually enjoying himself like anyone else would.

so of course it matters to stahn.

but hearing a response like that is also the reminder for stahn to call back his own feelings when they're starting to spill over. what he wants for leon can't be forced. it'll only make him angry, so stahn just drops the argument. maybe that's doing exactly what he's trying to get away from in letting leon slide but he doesn't want a fight right now.

plan b.

plan b is...

well, the classic stahn approach, even if it's a little more subdued than it would have been a few months ago.]

We still have a few minutes before the food's supposed to be here. [he'll plop down lazily on the couch and offer leon a smile, as if those things hadn't fazed him at all. he turns on the tv anyway, waiting a moment so that ceresflix will load, and he continues his thought.] You can, at least, sit here while we're waiting for it, right?

[there. at the very least, leon won't have much reason to leave, and it absolves him from having to stand awkwardly without actually committing to the idea of a while movie.]