the war against scar just ended. leo ended up killing his dad- who was scar himself. he didn't regret it- not after everything he put him through as a child. but after everything that happened in these past few weeks...

he was laying in your lap while you messed with his hair. he loves it when you do that. he was looking at nothing in particular out in the distance.

"...gods, i'm tired."

he nuzzles into you a bit.

"and i don't mean like sleepy tired. or physically tired. i don't know what i mean. i just know i'm tired. of all this. everything. fighting, mostly."