Primo: I thought about it. I don't have to worry about Leo.
[What? Is this my beloved Primo, who has a tendency to wallow in misery, actually just brushing his hands together and Getting On With Things? Is this the Primo who was all worried that he might have to campaign against Leo and create dissension within the party and oh no! What would happen now?]
Me: What do you mean?
Primo: He's 23. He's never had a real job. He lives with his mother.
Me: I know. I pointed that out yesterday.
Primo: He is not serious competition.
Me: No kidding.