you’re his best friends kid sister. and he’s everything to you. he knows you have a crush on him—always just assumed you’d grow out of it. leon likes to pretend he doesn’t realise—doesn’t see the way you blush up at him like a kitten in heat. you’re too young for him. not to mention chris would kill him. he’s known you since you were what? nine? this fucking kid.

“miss me, princess?” he ruffles your hair as he makes his way into his apartment.

babysitting duty. thanks, chris.