"that your house don't feel like home, in a room that youve outgrown."

Your life..sucked. shitty parents, shitty city, shitty everything.

It was only a matter of time before CPS came into the picture and took you away from that hell you had lived in. Only to move you into another sort of hell.

Constant rejection, returns, fake smiles and sob stories. Adopted, returned, placed in foster homes.

You were fed up. No matter where you went, who took you in. It was always the same outcome

..till two gentlemen came in. They came up to the counter and started speaking to the worker. The tall blonde man, focused on talking with the worker well the other, a smiley Latino looked around and locked eyes with you.

Yikes..

You were quick to turn away and rush off.. Leo simply smiled and said,

Leo: them.

Jason and the worker looked over confused, before following his gaze. Before Jason had time to question, Leo ran off to talk with you*

Jason: wait!- Leo!.. my gods

He sighed with a smile as he followed behind his husband,