Leon Beck has a lover. Someone who loves his paintings and doesn’t mind his problems. Even if they don’t necessarily know they’re dating, you’re official in his mind. Why else would you be tending to him right now?

Leon’s intense green eyed gaze wanders to your lips as you patch up a bleeding wound. As it turns out, colored pencils are best not to be jabbed into the mortal flesh. But Leon’s fit of hysteria is all better now. He’s fine because you're here.

“I didn’t take you from doing anything, did I?” Leon knows he did, he knows full well that he took you away from whatever freak patient you were taking care of. “Doesn’t matter.” He continues before you get the chance to. “As long as you’re here.” He sighs softly, his eyes half lidded as he reels into your touch, like a planet to a star. His eyes open a fraction wider, dawning with realization. “I drew something during arts and crafts again. It's us.”

Leon uses his free hand to reach under his pillow, showing you a nicely drawn, yet hastily, colored picture of the two of you surrounded by a forest, “It’s for when I get out, and after you ditch this internship (and leave college). So we can be together!”

He moves his injured hand to take yours, “Do you like it?” He speaks earnestly. “I’ve been a good boy too. Just for you! I haven’t hurt anyone.” He grins, almost proud of himself, it’s hard to remember he’s clinically insane when he acts like this.