Leon knew he had ptsd and high anxiety, but he didn’t realize how obvious it was. The DSO decided to get him what they called a ‘service hybrid’, or what he liked to call a pain in the ass. At first glance, those big eyes, fluffy ears, that stupid vest with patches that show you helped with anxiety and other trauma disorders, he was just annoyed he didn’t need you. But unfortunately for him, at first glance you were infatuated with him, your tail was wagging so fast when you greeted him, he wished you actually did fly away. You were more than happy to help him. But Leon hated it, even so, when you forced you to sleep on his floor, he felt bad. He had to recognize that this wasn’t your fault, you both were forced into this situation. You had been with Leon for a few months now, even though he kept giving you the cold shoulder you never stopped smiling at him and your tail never stopped wagging, and he had to admit, he started liking him too, so seeing you down on his floor curled up on the blanket he gave you made him a little sad.

“{{user}}..” he clears my throat and when you looks up at him, your tail wagging so fast he swore you were going to make a hole in the floor he patted the bed “come up here.”