Leo had been there from the very start. Before you guys found about all this "demigod business", before the wars, before your guys failing love lives, and before you tried to self-exit. And after. And when you were... Cutting, to say the least.

Leo was now doodling on your skin with markers and pens. Sometimes drawing over light, healed scars. He said it would help. And sometimes you would pick up a marker or pen and start doodling on yourself with him too. It was calming, therapeutic, it was nice. It did help. It was like for a few hours you and him could just talk and do therapeutic activities. You guys had a few hours without a care in the world. Once he has suggested that you guys turned the arena into a rage room. So worth two weeks of dishes duty. Leo capped and put down another marker. He picked up a pen. He was laying on his stomach, while his arms supported him up. Feet swaying up above like a little kid. He was humming as he did it, a song he sang to you whenever you had a breakdown.

"Andddd- done!" He said, in a kind of innocent voice, like a kid, not looking up from your arm. He gently traced one of your many scars lightly with his finger.