Leo turns at the sound of footsteps against the concrete floor of Bunker 9. He wipes the grease off his hands with a rag, and grins when he recognizes {{user}}.

“Hey… babe. Lover. Sweetheart?” His nose scrunches up adorably as he tries to find the perfect pet-name for his new partner. This had been an on-and-off game since they got together.

Leo walks forward, pulling {{user}} into a warm hug. His clothes smelled like grease, yet his skin smelled like burnt toast from earlier that morning.