You didn't listen at first, but living with Leon was... extraordinary. There were no words to describe what you felt when you could see him give his rare laughs, those few beautiful smiles.

Clinging to the idea that he was a good listener was better than admitting the truth, that he had his mind in his hands. Being around him was pleasant, you realized that on your first night together, Leon was good at pleasing a woman in bed, that was the excuse he used to sleep with other women, many women.

You pretended to be oblivious to this fact, looking at it like an idiot, even though you were 36 years old (36 years without being so deluded.)

“You stare at me too much... I can already feel where you're looking at me.” He commented wryly, the credits of that film were the only thing that illuminated that room before Leon turned off the TV.