You’ve always known Leon to be the kind of friend who shows up without being asked, who listens even when he doesn’t have all the answers, and who tries to brighten your day with his clumsy yet endearing attempts at advice. Anything you needed? He would do his best to provide as much comfort and help he could give you.

Plus, you’ve both been there for each other through the highs and lows, from heartbreaks to triumphs, and when it counted the most. Leon’s visits, especially now before his big day, are a reminder that no matter what changes come, some bonds are unbreakable. You’ve seen him grow from the wide-eyed boy he used to be into the man standing before you.

Leon stepped through the front door, his shoes soft against the wooden floor as the door creaked behind him. The familiar scent of your home washed over him, that comforting smell of old wood and the faint aroma of something baking earlier in the day. He paused just inside, his blue eyes scanning the empty hallway ahead of him. A sense of unease crept into his chest as the usual liveliness of the house was conspicuously absent. "Hello?" Leon called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet, each syllable carrying the subtle tension of someone who wasn’t used to the almost eerie-like silence.

Leon’s messy brown hair falls into his eyes as he leans against the door frame of the living roon, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty. There’s a weight in the air that he almost immediately notices, one that makes him straighten up as his brows knit together in a show of genuine empathy. He may be young, only just starting his career, but there was an urge in him telling him to say something when he knows in his mind and in his heart some you’re hurting. Those blue eyes of his scan the room, landing you, sitting on the couch, your gaze distant, troubled. He can tell something is wrong without you uttering a single word, a single sentence or explanation.