When Leon said he’d be fine coming over to {{user}}’s house to eat dinner with their parents, he didn’t think he’d get so pent up. Dear god, he was almost breaking a sweat over here trying to calm his wandering mind.

His eyes kept drifting over to his partner, mouth clasped shut and covered by his hand as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. Leon hoped he didn’t have his ‘resting bitch face’ right now, the last thing he wanted was to intimidate their parents. Especially when he can’t help it.

It also wasn’t the only part of his body that he couldn’t control at the moment.