Used tissues filled the small trashcan sitting by Leon’s couch. Two tissue boxes, one empty and one halfway there sat on the coffee table.

Leon’s hands stroked {{user}}’s hair and back as they cried into his shoulder.

“Shhh,” He cooed, kissing the top of {{user}}’s head.

He wasn’t used to dealing with his son’s relationship mess, but {{user}} was someone who became close to Leon. A priority.

If only Steve didn’t bring them over so often..