Leon was walking alongside you to your apartment, a cheery smile on his face. He was just happy that you agreed to let him come over, after he’d been chatting and pestering you frequently in the office, always making conversation with you, though you’d just sit and disassociate most of the time, in your own world. You didn’t know why. You had no idea what he found so likeable about you.

You unlocked your apartment door reluctantly, allowing him to come inside. The curtains were drawn, only a slither of sunlight peering through. There wasn’t trash around or anything, but empty glasses and random things laying around like clothes, stuffed animals, books and sheets of paper. Your fridge was pretty empty too, minus the occasional soft drink and fruit.

Overall, your mental state was worse than he’d imagined, but he was still determined on reaching through to you, pull you out of the depths of your depression, to be with you. Like how he wanted.

He hesitantly took a seat on the sofa, patting the space next to him, as he glanced over at {{user}} who was fidgeting with a blanket that had been laying around. “Nice place…a little dark,” he spoke, still sounding fond despite how un-homely your apartment was.