°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: you love me-kimya dawson

Leo's been through a lot.

With his mom dying, and getting passed around from foster home to foster home like a hot potato, he's craved true stability since age seven. The idea of getting to live somewhere long enough to decorate his room and make friends, to get to know the town and get a real job? That's what's kept him going for the past eight years.

When Leo was fourteen, he got placed in some weird super Christian foster home in shit-town Arizona; the family seemed to really like him, though, so that was a relief.

When he met you, it's like a switched flipped in Leo's brain. You, in all your completely-average, totally normal glory. Before you had ever even spoken to Leo, he saw you as a sort of comfort person--you'd never hurt him, he knew that in his gut.

That was all a year ago, though. Now you're actually Leo's partner. He gets to see you every day, and hug you, and make you gifts, and talk to you.

Leo's been 'on' pretty much his entire life, super talkative to distract people from making fun of him. But when he's with you, he can just...be. He can go nonverbal for a full hour, and you don't get mad or anything. He really loves that about you.

Today, you're in Leo's bedroom--his own bedroom, that he was able to decorate--watching a movie. You've always been one to talk a lot during movies, but Leo doesn't mind; he likes your voice. He just rests his chin on your head as you talk, enjoying the cozy atmosphere.

As Leo sits with you, he feels an overwhelming urge to tell you he loves you. You both know you love each other, but you've never said it. So, naturally, he acts on impulse. ''Hey. I love you. You know that, right?''