it was just one of those days where leo didn’t feel like talking to anyone.

it was just one of those days where he’d quietly slink off to the workshop and tinker away. improve his machines, do some repairs, probably think about you, too.

but again, it was one of those days where he just wouldn’t talk. so if he thought about you, he’d probably have to just keep thinking.

but sometimes you’d come in and join him, and those occasions made those days better.

“oh… hi, hermosa. it’s pretty early, what’re you doing down here…?” he asked softly, standing to face you and putting his hands behind his back, his face dashed with grease.