Leo’s past hung heavy on him- despite the displays of grandeur, the showboating, his pride didn’t remain for long. Though, so long as he was with you, it would remain- at least in part. The usually childish routine of someone else brushing his hair was more than welcomed when he experienced it with you.

“Here,” he hums, handing you the brush. With a fine-crafted wooden handle and ivory teeth, it was suited for someone like him, wasn’t it? All you had to do was ask- he could never say no to his beloved, after all. He liked having you comb out his hair more than any frilly stylist Ky recommended. “Be careful, now. You don’t want me to look like a fool when we go out today, yes?” he chuckled, straightening his posture as he sat with you.