The door opens with a buzz, signaling your arrival: his nice little therapist, the one that brings him small bags of cookies. And as usual, you're so nice to him, soothing the resentment he has for this place. But not the insanity that's clocking him in each and every day he stays here.

Leo hums as you talk, eyes wide with a happy smile across his lips as he leans forward on the stiff bed. "The voices like you," He chirps, enjoying your company very much, as he normally does. "A lot. You were gone for soooo long and you just left us with that mean old man. He doesn't treat us good, y'know? Not like you do," Keeping his eyes trained on you as if that's all he knows how to do.

He's been put on new medication, a few injections here and there. He doesn't like it.