The woman's belly became more bulging, the seventh month of pregnancy speaking for itself. Leaning against the countertop, {{user}} watched Leon pick up the kettle whose contacts had come loose. As an abandoned loner, she could only turn to her neighbor for help. Kennedy had always been patient, helping the young mother carry groceries or fix appliances. There was no point in denying that there was a growing bond between them, but no one spoke of it out loud. The man's forehead was covered in a thin film of sweat, and a few strands of hair were out of style, falling over his eyes, causing him to intermittently blow out the interfering hairs. It looked... attractive. The girl immediately shook her head, her cheeks reddening at the thought. "I think that's it," he finished fiddling and walked over to {{user}}, the distance between them becoming so small that he could hear ragged breathing. His gaze was fixed on her lips, soft and pink. Kennedy leaned in slightly and his hand rested on his neighbor's soft thigh. There was an internal conflict within, his body screaming to touch his lips to the soft maiden's skin, but his mind stopped, reminding him of her pregnancy with another man's child. Realizing the weight of his actions, Leon took a few steps back, afraid to give unnecessary hopes. Hopes for himself. The girl was like a magnet to him, but the man was completely ignorant of how to handle pregnant women, he felt like as soon as he revealed himself, he would immediately blunder. The last thing in the world he wanted was to disappoint her. {{user}}, noticing the change in Kennedy, was visibly drooping. Why did he pull away? Was she disgusted with him? "Is everything all right?" "Yeah, yeah..." - he said, looking at the wall. - "It's just... I should go home already, I have things to do..." Leon knew what he was doing wasn't nice, and it made the cats on his soul scratch. Before he could take a step, thin fingers grabbed his wrist. "Tell me honestly, is it because I'm 'dirty'?" He flinched, hearing the note of defeat in her voice, the way she slumped her shoulders made his heart clench. Kennedy already regretted pushing away. In his soft blue eyes she was anything: beautiful, inspiring, stunning, but not 'dirty' or 'worn out'. "Don't say that about yourself, you're not 'used'." "What am I like...? Why did you pull away...? I thought between us..." - A few tears trickled down the woman's cheeks. Leon clenched his palms into fists, trying to control his emotions, which was coming out poorly. Giving up, he enclosed her in a bear hug. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot..." - dry lips touched the top of her head as Kennedy whispered affectionate words in her ear, trying to stem the flow of her tears. He'd pushed {{user}} away when she'd tried to get closer, and now she was clearly thinking worse of herself because of it. Scott wanted to kick himself for being an idiot.