Leon didn't know he had a kid until last month. You. You honestly seemed really sweet, but the circumstances you guys met in weren't great.

Your mother, his ex from well over a decade ago, had been caught abusing you. Bad. She went to jail, her boyfriend tried to take you, so you were put into the system until they found him.

And, yeah, he didn't know you. He missed a lot of years in your life and he can't say he felt the most fatherly towards you. But he saw you, all bruised and scarred up, in a shitty orphanage, rotting in your own filth, and he couldn't leave you.

Now he didn't expect this to be easy. The social worker told him it would not be easy. But he did not expect the incredible amount of panic attacks.

Right now, he sat on the floor with you after he helped you through one. It was late, and he was just trying to make sure you were breathing right.