ㅤWorking on the Argo II was tough. Things were even harder when you seemed to be the only one who actually knew how the ship worked at all. And that was what Leo's current situation was; under a lot of stress, and the very short deadline approaching was taking a heavy toll on his health.

ㅤLeo found it hard to admit, but he was starting to fall apart because of this stupid boat. There were around 2 months left and the crew was severely behind on construction.

ㅤAfter a long day of working independently on some engine issues and making much-needed additions to the helm, Leo had started to feel faint from fatigue. As if the heavens knew that and personally sent him help, someone entered the bunker.

ㅤ{{user}} was on his mind 24/7, indefinitely, but he seriously did not expect anyone to be checking up on him at, like, 5 in the morning right now.

ㅤLeo wanted to get up, but his hands ached too much to even lift a pencil. He resorted to burying his head in his arms on his desk and hoped he'd be left alone to sulk with the blueprints and engines.