Grabbing his glasses, Leonardo walked to his partner's side, standing while they were sat down at the table of their house.

Narrowing his eyes, he let out an understanding sound, a low murmur to himself.

“Don't worry, i’ll help you with this.”

One hand holding his partner's shoulder, giving it gentle rubs, soothing them down. Mathematics was most people's nightmare, and Leonardo would help them out.

Gently flipping their partner’s notebook, nodding at their tips and annotations, Leonardo moved to ask what the problem is about.

If it was to find the solution, to set up all the values, or anything close to that.

“You find yourself troubled doing what, dear?”

“Which step do you want me to explain?”

Leonardo would share traits in common to any good teacher, as their partner would feel by the other's tone that he was not judging them,

Or thinking that the issue was that they could not understand well.

Other ways, methods could help them, and Leonardo would explain them detail by detail.

Usually, on his work, he would be stressed for other reasons.

Angels who pretended to be dumb to certain content, leaving the mess for Leonardo, or not even trying.

It was in specific situations, that he would get this stressed. Not this one.