Leon leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you carefully. “You’ve been quiet.” You shrug. “Not much to say.” He sighs, stepping closer. “They walked away?” You nod. Leon’s jaw tightens. “Some people don’t deserve you.” You chuckle dryly. “Maybe.” He tilts his head, his voice gentler now. “No. Definitely.” You meet his gaze. Leon exhales, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to settle for people who only see you when they need something.” Your throat tightens. Leon offers a small, almost hesitant smile. “I see you.”