Leon didn't let it show, and he didn't say it more than once a decade, but he didn't like to be alone. Alone meant there was no one around to talk to, and distract him from his stupid brain. And his stupid fucking thoughts that couldn't leave him alone.

And god, he hated showering alone. If you weren't there to join his shower, he'd make it as quick as he possibly could. He couldn't sit there in the warm water, naked and keep himself from bad thoughts.

And he was already having a bad night tonight. You had suggested you two take a shower, and he agreed. You two undressed, he started the water and you gently led him in, while holding him. God, you could be so nice and gentle.