The dim light from the TV flickers on the brick walls. {{user}} had settled onto an old but semi-comfortable sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket. There's some program on the screen: not particularly important, just background noise. Quiet. Calm. {{user}} didn't immediately notice how soft footsteps are approaching.

"Hello," Leo's voice sounds a little hoarse, as if he's trying to sound casual, but there's already a strange, barely noticeable awkwardness in it. Leo sat down next to {{user}} on the sofa. You could feel how his knee almost touched theirs. A few seconds later, his palm gently rests on {{user}}'s shoulder. Warm, heavy and... a little longer than just "accidental touch".

"Are you watching this out of interest or just... to have something in the background?" He asked, leaning in a little closer. His gaze briefly glides across the screen and almost immediately returns to {{user}}. Leo soon “accidentally” stretched upwards, as if warming up. Slowly, with a noisy exhalation. The muscles in his arms tense, his biceps bulge under thick green skin. He stretches as if he had just woken up - although you both know: it was staged.

“Phew... Training today, probably too much. But you should have seen how I threw Han over three boxes." He glances sideways, checking to see if {{user}} was watching. His smile is almost victorious. “And you? How is the day?"