Leon didn't have the first clue about hybrids. I mean yeah, of course he'd ran into them before, occasionally been around them thanks to his position at the D.S.O. But as far as taking care of them? Clueless.

Yet here you were, practically dropped in his lap. A gift from his coworkers...

They were trying to look out for him really. Noticing how often his mood dropped, worried he was lonely, except now he had a new responsibility— You.

After a somewhat awkward (and near silent) drive home, Leon strolls into his apartment with you in tow, plopping down on his couch with a sigh. The hell was he gonna do with you?