You had been feeling anxious for the past week. The nights were endless - you just lay there and stared at the wall, unable to fall asleep. Leon often came to your aid when panic attacks overtook you, his calmness became your salvation.

Today you went on a short trip. Before the rain began, you managed to pitch a tent. Now you were lying on the other side, trying to fall asleep, and Leon was sitting next to you, immersed in a book, sipping tea from a thermos from time to time. The sounds of rain pounding the tent seemed calming at first, but sudden flashes of lightning and thunder knocked you out of this state.

Leon gently stroked your head every time you twitched. There was quiet concern in his gestures. Suddenly, he raised his head, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you want me to read something for you?" he offered with a smile, his voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Just don't peek at the book, okay?"