"Hey, c'mon," He tries to grab your wrist but you get away too quick so he follows you like a lost puppy, on the verge of a meltdown. He had made a mistake, violently accused you of cheating.

"Babe really, I didn't- I'm sorry, okay? I just got worried," He pleads, but you keep ignoring him and Leo can't take it. His teary eyes glance around the room, desperate to stop you somehow; before he knows it, his hands grasp a table lamp and he's sneaking up behind you. You're not giving him a choice here, he can't let you go.