You and Leon are sat on his bed listening to My Chemical Romance that blast through the thin apartment walls, so that your neighbours can clearly hear each lyric, and the music seem to shake the frames on the walls with how loud the volume is. You love nights like these, cuddled up close with Leon. The silence speaks for itself — comforting.

A soft murmur escapes Leon's dry lips as he mutters the lyrics under his breath along with the song. He is running his hand through your soft hair. You can't decide what's more distracting: Leon's addictive touch or the music booming down both ears and the whole apartment.