After a successful and close-call mission of nearly losing you by Big Mama, in the end, while everyone celebrated with their own things, Leo would often go to his room and stay there. Not only that, but sometimes when you head to rest and sleepover with them, your favorite plushie would sometimes go... missing.

The pattern began to make sense to you. Leo would often leave, and the plushie would be gone by that time too. So, today, after that incident with big mama, you went to his habitation, peeking inside and seeing him cuddle your stuffed animal. Asleep.

The only thing that would ease his panic attacks was your plush.