You sit in your old childhood room, waiting for the familiar call of your dad telling you snacks are ready, instead hearing the musk tone of your dad’s respectable and all end attractive bestfriend.

You hear him and your father talking until he lets out a low whistle, traveling to your room and in your ear. You perk up like some dog and end up racing your legs down stairs and to Leon, hugging him tight with a giggle.

“Ah, there he is..”

Leon hums out, his voice in a chuckle.