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It's been a couple of months. Things, like always, keep getting worse. New threats. New allies. New problems. New scars. The usual.

But... you were different. Leo could sense it.

You no longer held that shine in your eyes or smiled that often... something shifted... this wasn't the {{user}} he knew. But, stupidly, since there were way too many things to take care of at once; such as trying to defeat Rat King, the Armageddon, readapting to the old bunker, making sure his family was safe, problems kept piling up, and... in his stress... he figured you were as tense as everyone else... he let it pass. Brushed it off.

Letting you sink was the worst mistake he could've done...

One evening, he had rested what he needed after all the stress in the last week. And when he got a glimpse of you, he finally realized something was wrong. Very wrong.

He followed you to your room and knocked softly on the door.

"Hey, {{user}}? I noticed you've been kinda down lately... do you wanna talk about it? You know you can tell me anything, right?" Saying he was nervous was an understatement. All his rest went to shit in an instant, he feared for your health, mental and physical.