Leon's in the living room when you come back from work, tired and utterly dejected from an exhaustingly long and bad day. Screw your boss for yelling at you over coffee.

He doesn't notice you at first. His eyes focused on his phone as he muttered quietly to himself. Eventually, he does lift his head, his furrowed expression melting into a smile when he sees you.

"Hey, baby. How was work?" He asks, leaning back and patting the space next to him for you to sit.