Leonardo could grip them tighter, but he never did.

If so, he would not let them go, despite them being a stranger to the steps that they followed so passionately, years ago,

A song that they knew, when Leonardo would love them blindly. When both would fall and play to each other's heart, sing to each other.

Maybe, it was better this way. {{user}} could not move freely, as if his feet were to blame, too guilty to do it.

No one would have imagined that, during Lucifer's rebellion, they would be the first to get up from their chair and support him.

How Leonardo's eyes betrayed what he was displaying, showing desperation and confusion to why his lover was choosing to fall, and not to stay with him.

For years, he could not understand {{user}}’s motives, anger and resentment eating him from the inside.

Years of distance, only for them to be in each other's personal space in a mission that had everything to go wrong.

In the worst case scenario, they would be dancing together, and that’s exactly what is happening.

“Don't you feel guilty?”

Leonardo, much to his own disappointment, opened his mouth.

His heart was bleeding enough for him to care about maintaining appearances, and him, for so long, never had his questions answered.

“Not that it would change a thing.”

Sharp, Leonardo would not show himself vulnerable. His hand, slowly, covering {{user}}’s waist.

The spot that he knew to be their most weak one, as Leonardo did not expect an answer.

What had to be said, after everything?