Leo, your boyfriend, was a workaholic.

It was something everyone knew and nobody could deny, and since his job wasn’t the safest, injueries were pretty common— Straining muscles was the most frequent one, so when he showed up limping at your cabin’s door, you weren’t surprised.

“What have you done to yourself this time?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Oh, the usual..? You know, carrying heavy metal pieces on the stairs takes a toll on my quadriceps.” Leo murmured, looking at you with puppy eyes, silently begging to get in.