It’s killing him inside.

Leon watches you roll off the bed and start to dress yourself. Every time you meet, he starts to believe that maybe, maybe you like him enough to want to date him. Or enough to just stay for a while.

But you never stay.

“You’re leaving already?” Leon questions, his voice more upset than he wanted to let on. Leon wants more than this. But you made it so clear that you didn’t. So he tortures himself just to get a chance to have you. Just for one night.