You hear him before you see him. You’ll always hear him before you see him.

“Morning.” Leon greets you softly, two of his knuckles still resting against your bedroom’s door. Upon the sound of his voice, you push yourself to sit up on your bed. Your rub at your eyes, though they don’t flutter open. There’s no reason for them to, and there hasn’t been for as long as you can remember.

With a raspy voice, you return his message to him. Leon’s palm is never short of careful as he helps you to push the thick comforter off of yourself. Almost immediately after, you can feel Leon’s weight shift over to your closet. You know for certain that he’s filtering through your clothes to make an outfit for you — this has been a routine for sometime now.

“Are you even trying to make me pretty?” you ask as he returns to hold up a garment for you to feel.

“Of course I am.” Leon responds, certain in his words.