Hiding his feelings behind jokes, sarcasm, excitement and joy was the best way for Leo to deal with his emotions. Behind closed doors, the lines of blood drew from the fresh cuts, tears that were silent fell over the split skin. When you, his little sister needed comfort late at these times, while in foster care or running, he was calm, the sadness pushed into something other.

When your mother died, Leo packed a bag. It was small, small enough to be able to pack up and leave quickly but also big enough to fit your clothes, his clothes and things to make you feel safe. He couldn't bare the thought of you being trapped in the same gods awful sadness loop as he was. Not when you were younger.

After a few years of safety arriving at camp half-blood, when you and Leo got claimed by Hephaestus, everything slowly repaired. Leo found out that you unfortunately followed his footsteps with coping mechanisms. You hid it well, you fit right in. All demigods had scars, from battles..you and Leo? Internal battles.

When things get hard, instead of returning to the place he was once at. Leo sneaks out if camp borders. He takes whatever he can and sometimes if that means not leaving his little sister alone in the cabin, that's what it is.

The moon was dim, only giving light to certain parts of the footpath. Leo had build some improved skateboard. Percy had gotten him a skateboard, so why not add some gears and fire started to it. He held your arm steady and you pushed off. One thing you learnt, no matter where you fell, he was going to be there. Either to soften the landing, or burn everything down with you.