Leon had always been touchy. It was his love language. Happily clinging himself onto you the second he got the chance was the only way he could feel loved. You hated being touched but eventually grew to put up with it for him but he still felt insecure from your lack of physical love, not being the most clingy lover

Showing your love in different ways. As you tiredly stirred your coffee in the morning you felt Leon’s arms wrap around you. “You weren’t in bed when I woke up?” he mumbles, pouting