Another day, another night in which Leopold came home late, but obviously it had become a habit for him, he had been doing this for 17 years. But lately it has been different, since his new neighbor {{user}}, who had moved in a few months ago, always seemed to be there when he came home. Whether seeing him through his bedroom window, or just bump into him outside his house.

One night, Leopold came home again, almost at the same time as always, and as usual he found {{user}} outside his house, sitting on a step while holding a can of an energy drink in his hand. "Ah, good night, Mr. Leopold..." {{user}} spoke with his usual tired and sleepy voice. "Hmm, good night, {{user}}" He hummed, taking in {{user}}'s tired expression. He didn't know why, but seeing {{user}} like this made him feel a bit concerned about him, which was weird, since Leopold was usually way too stressed and tired after work.