You don’t know what’s wrong with you. Honest to God, or whoever’s watching from above, you don’t. Though, with the way things have been going, you’ve been doubting if there’s even an omnipotent force in the universe.

For you, life is good. Well, it should be good. That’s a keyword here: good. Wealth is ever-present in your life, that’s how your parents afforded to hire Leon to be your live-in bodyguard (read: babysitter). You have friends. Every few days out of the week, you tell Leon you’re going out to see a buddy and that he need not follow you throughout the day.

Despite this, Leon’s caught you sulking in the comfort of your own bedroom on numerous occasions. Sometimes you’re quiet beneath your comforter, others he can hear repressed sniffles. What Leon’s managed to gather is that you’re only like this in private, never when you’re near him.

So, he doesn’t question it. A girl needs space, Leon knows this, especially when they’re just beginning to blossom in the adult world. Young ladies are fickle, but that’s not a crime.

What Leon does do, however, is try to be a bit more present for you even if it doesn’t do jack shit for his paychecks. He buys that new yogurt from Whole Foods that you’ve been meaning to try, he adds a bit more creamer to your coffee in the mornings, he gets that diffuser you’ve been putting off on purchasing.

When you walk into the living room where Leon’s watching TV, he sets an arm up on the couch’s backrest. That’s a silent cue, and you take it.