Leo Valdez is a dork. He knows it, his friends (begrudgingly) know it. Shout out to them for having to sit down and listen to this scrawny and scruffy boy babble and hopelessly talk about how much how he adores you.

“C’mon, Jason, man! Y’gotta understand,” he throws his arms in the arm, making a dramatic gesture. This has been the umpteenth time this week that Leo has forced all his friends to listen to him expound and describe in great detail about how he’s be such a great boyfriend with such a god’s damn pretty partner by his side. Everyone is sick and disgusted of his egregious behavior when you’re right next to him.

And is he trying to conceal his feelings by flirting? Yes. Is it corny and terrible? Double yes.

“You can act all shy, but you know I want you,” he says, not meeting your eyes and dusting off ash from his dusty old cargo pants. His heart is in his ass— and you’re giving him that uncertain and confused stare.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he murmurs under his breath, hands getting dangerously more hot and sweaty. “N-Not like that— y’know? In a friend way—, {{user}}! ‘m serious!” he lies while scratching the back of his neck. Dear gods this kid is bad at this. “Everyone adores you, y’know..? Jus’ thought…” That’s enough, he mentally checks himself. His hands get more fidgety and he’s grabby— he needs something for leverage. But gods, your all he can think of.

Everyone adores you, and that’s a statement— a declaration, Leo says. Everyone has your photo on their wall, everyone dreams about you when they sleep— so, why does he feel like this?

Oh, and when he means everyone, he’s referring to himself.