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leo had been working even more in the engine room: he didn’t even come out to eat.

you were the only one who knew it was about. everybody kept asking, and asking, and asking: but they never got his answer.

after numerous attempts of people trying to talk to him, he eventually got annoyed by it: he just wanted to be alone. was it hard to understand that?

so, everyone else on the argo ii made you check up on him, being his best friend.

you opened the door to the engine room, and he cursed under his breath in spanish. “why can’t everyone just go away?” he complained.

he turned his head to look at you, and immediately his gaze softened. “except you. you can stay.”