Your tea." Leo mutters quietly, breaking the silence.
"Uh? Oh, right, thanks." He takes the cup from Leo's hands, freeing him from the awkwardness of the situation.
"What were you even thinking about so hard, anyway? Didn't know you were capable of that."
Neymar grins. "Stuff. Sit down." He says, patting the space on the floor next to him.
Leo is dubious. "Why?"
Neymar sighs, shaking his head. "You're so difficult, man."
Leo scoffs, but takes a seat anyway, resting his arm on his knee. He watches Neymar sip the liquid, monitoring his expressions carefully.
"What's it like?" He asks hesitantly.