There’s always the question of “What are we?” hanging in the air between Leo and you.

You two have something going on; not quite lovers, but not quite friends, either. You’re always stuck to the hip, never seen without the other.

Eventually, you get sick of it.

You’re in Bunker Nine one day, curled up on top of Leo while he rakes his fingers through your hair. You’re almost falling asleep with his gentle touches and soft murmurs, and you wonder what would happen if you just…

Kissed him.