Next morning (Saturday)

Annabeth is just waking up and the doorbell rings. Wearing underwear and a t-shirt, she looks out the peephole and sees Leo. She lets him in.

Leo: "Hey." He looks at her clothes. "Did I wake you?"

Annabeth: "No. I'd just gotten up."

Leo: "Okay."

Leo follows her into the kitchen. He looks around. "It's weird, but I've actually never been inside your place."

Annabeth: (laughs) "Not weird. An entire security detail would have been hard to fit in here. And your place is nicer."

Leo: "Yeah, but it's been ten months since…since we got together. Seems like I would have been here before."

Annabeth: "Feel free to take the tour. I'm gonna make coffee. I'd offer you breakfast, but there is none."

Leo: "Coffee's fine."

He walks around her apartment, stopping to look at pictures. He glances into her bedroom and then closes the door to it.

Annabeth comes into the hallway as he closes the door. "That's not a good sign."

Leo: "What?"

Annabeth: "Closing the door to my bedroom. If this were an Evelyn Waugh novel, there'd be all sorts of metaphorical implications."

Leo: "If this were an Evelyn Waugh novel, we'd both be men."

Annabeth hands him a cup of coffee.

Annabeth: "Maybe we should pretend we are so that you'll actually start talking to me."

Leo: "What does that mean?"

Annabeth: "It means you need to talk to a woman about your relationship with her and you're not sure how to do it."

Leo doesn't say anything.

Annabeth: (walks into her living room and sits down) "Leo. If you're leaving me, please just do it quickly."

Leo: "I don't want to." He looks at her.

Annabeth: "I'm not going to make this easier for you, Leo. Don't look at me like I should say something."

Leo: "When I went to meet you for dinner last night...I walked in and you were talking to this guy."

Annabeth: "John? Please tell me this is not about John Steffens. He's a guy I've met three times. He works for Congressman Phillips."

Leo: "No. It's not about him – or, it's not about him and you. It's just that I walked in and I saw you with him and he's your age, Annabeth. He's your age and he's obviously interested in you, which any male human would be because you're..."

He looks at her.

"Because you're perfect. And whether it's him or some other guy your age…they could give you a life I can't. Everything would be new and you'd be doing everything for the first time together and maybe you'd have kids and nobody would wonder whose grandfather was picking the kid up from school.

And it's not just the age thing, Annabeth. It's that I'm not anybody's idea of a catch. I'm a divorced recovering addict whose only interest has been the accumulation of power. I don't remember to buy flowers. I forget anniversaries. The natural resting position for my face is a scowl."

Annabeth: "It's a smirk."

Leo: "The last ten months have been…I haven't deserved them, Annabeth."

He sits down across from her.

"I've thought so much about this since you told me you loved me. And when I invited you to dinner last night, I'd talked to Jed on the plane, and I was planning…but, then I saw you. And I can't be the guy that takes your chances away from you, Annabeth."

Annabeth: "But, that's exactly what you're doing. You are taking away my chance with you. Do you honestly believe that it has not occurred to me that a life with you would look different than some other life? But, when is that not the case, Leo? Every decision we make involves not choosing some other thing."

Leo: "You can't know what you are giving up."

Annabeth: "I'm not giving up happiness. Or love. Or anything else that actually matters. You think I care at all about the rest of it? Nothing you've just said is news to me, and I love you. Not in spite of it. Because of it. It is all a part of who you are. If you want to leave me, that's fine. But you are not going to justify it by acting like you are doing me a favor."

Leo: "I don't want to leave you. Jesus, Annabeth, all I want to do is be with you. It's…it's like breathing for me at this point. Being with you is like breathing."

Annabeth: (smiles) "I've heard that before somewhere."

Leo looks confused.

Annabeth: "You want to be with me and I want to be with you. When did this get so complicated?"

Leo: "Maybe somewhere between Josh Lyman walking in on us on Election Night, the sudden death of my ex-wife and my resulting crisis of conscience, resigning the Vice Presidency, punching the President of the United States in the face and your astounding declaration that you love me?

Annabeth: "Yeah. It's not so much an Evelyn Waugh novel as several seasons of Dallas."

Leo laughs.

Annabeth: "I know what I want, Leo. What do you want?"

Leo: "You."

Annabeth: "You have me."

Leo: (gets up from his chair) "I'm terrified, Annabeth. With the exception of Mallory, I've never had anything in my life I couldn't lose."

Annabeth stands up, takes her face in his hands and kisses him.

Leo: "I love you. I think I've always been in love with you."

Annabeth: "Remember what Katharine Hepburn says to Bogey in African Queen? 'Don't be worried, Mr. Allnut…"

Leo: (in a terrible Bogey imitation) "Oh, I ain't worried, Miss. Gave myself up for dead back where we started."

Annabeth: (laughs) "Exactly."