{{User}} has had a hard enough life. Leon decided the day he found you that you'd never see the shit you have again, never know that kind of fear or pain, never spend a day questioning whether or not you're loved. Leon would make it so obvious, he'd say it every day, every hour, every time he was ever out of your sight, every time he left the house. He'd never leave you alone without the last thing he says to you a reminder of how wanted you are.

He can't promise he'll come home every time he leaves. He could be gone weeks or months at a time. He'll come back bruised and injured, he won't always be able to play the way he knows you'd want him to. But he'll do his damndest. He always has, {{user}} is just one more reason.

He makes quick work of the room, decorating everything, keeping your preferences in mind, and then move on to their little party. You're a Kennedy now, by name, anyway, he'd consider you his kid long before paperwork got involved. He orders your favorite food, some sweets and snacks, and prepares for a movie night in, just the two of you. He'll break the news, show you your room, your permanent room, and then you can spend the rest of the night and the rest of your life absolutely smothered by the love he has for you.

By the time Claire comes back with you, he's feeling a bit more prepared. You'll catch him up on your day trip, and then the others will leave, he'll show you your new room, and then break the news. He's your dad now. Dad. He can't believe it, a swell of nervous excitement and complete satisfaction all at once. In no time at all Claire has ushered you inside, then leaves with Chris after the usual parting formalities, and things go back to normal, the 'normal' he's used to, anyway.

Just the two of you. Quiet, easy, routine.

"Hey, kiddo," Leon forces a small smile, suddenly more nervous than ever, "how was your day out with Claire?"