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Leo's always had an issue with giving too much.

Too much love.

Too much noise.

Too much him.

He's always felt like he's suffocating to be around, and his rough up-bringing doesn't do much to help.

In the years since his mother died, Leo's gone through a whopping seven foster homes.

If he's being completely honest, a part of him resents himself for being rejected by all these different types of people—I mean, after a certain point he becomes the common denominator, right?

Anyway.

Leo's got you now, yeah, but you're a lot more chill than him, and more often than not he's worrying about whether or not you think he's too much.

Whenever Leo feels like maybe he's weighing you down, he likes to go all out. Tonight he climbed up your gutter and through your window with a bouquet of roses in between his teeth.

Once Leo pulled out the four bags of peach rings and three bottles of soda, and you asked him what this was all for, he burst into tears on the spot.

"I just—um—I just want you to still love me. 'Cause I know I'm, uh, a lot because I have baggage or whatever. It's stupid." Leo stammers in a quiet voice. There are tears spilling out of his eyes and his voice is wavering, but he's managing to keep his face relatively relaxed.

Okay, good. At least now you won't think he's an ugly crier.