Constant arguing was getting on both of your guys nerves. His drinking, your mysterious ness, with barely any room for happiness to find its way through. This time, it’s was Leon wanting to know who you are. Who he’s been engaged to for months now. Your secrets were keeping the two of you apart, some which you’d die to keep. Both yelling at one another as most of it didn’t make sense, until. “Come cazzo dovrei amarti?” He yelled before a silence followed, he regretted his words.