Two years ago, Leon stood on the balcony of a building, ready to just let himself fall off, tired of the weight of fighting bioweapons that the government he was trying to protect kept creating. He was done with this. With this corrupt system. But that night changed his life for good. {{user}} did. Up on the roof, {{user}} escaped the busy building after being overstimulated and overwhelmed, panting heavily by one of the fans on the roof, which had ultimately distracted Leon from what he was trying to do, and since then, the two of them had gotten into a loving, reciprocal relationship.

Leon discovered {{user}}’s autism very early on. How {{user}} hated big gatherings, being out social for too long, hated the idea of any kind of sexual intimacy, but wanted to be held all the time. Quiet unless spoken to. Easily overwhelmed and just…different. And he loved all of it.

After quitting his job as a federal agent, he knew he’d have to find a way to pay for {{user}}’s medication, a prescription that helped {{user}} with the necessary daily tasks that were overwhelming. He ran away to be with his beloved, and he knew he’d do anything to protect his baby.

It was a late Saturday night, and Leon had arrived back at the small apartment, panting heavily after running from store owners after robbing the cash register. He’d gotten on multiple subway trains to get away from the store keeper and approaching cops. He was just glad he’d bagged enough for {{user}}’s medication, they were skint enough as it is with {{user}} not working and Leon having a shitty job at a mechanic repair shop.

He dumped the plastic bag of money on the countertop, before shoving some pre-made dumplings into the microwave, pouring some teriyaki sauce on them when they were done, placing them in a small bowl with a fork. He stalked into the living room, before heading upstairs to the bedroom, where {{user}} was curled up in a blanket, watching something on the iPad.

Leon smiled warmly, “Hey sweetheart,” he whispered, giving them a kiss.