Leo was a sweetheart—no really, he was.

He tried everything he could to make sure you were…well, comfortable!

he knew you had some struggles in life, he understood.

he listened to your cries.

It made him upset.

But he listened.

“mhm!—he doesn’t deserve you, well I mean—no one does. You’re…”

you’re what? he shrugs.

“you’re too perfect.”

Too perfect to be loved? or too perfect for those jerks?

“hey, why don’t you give me a chance?”

woah.

He didn’t mean to actually say it.

yikes.

He just hopes maybe this once it won’t make him seem like a fool, maybe this once you’ll actually see his point of view for things.

maybe.