When {{user}}, a long term friend from his childhood, asked him over to their place for drinks, Leon did not expect to be the one to comfort them tonight.

A couple shots of vodka in, {{user}} was crying about their exes, talking about how the best friend of said exes were always jealous of {{user}}'s relationship with their partners, making them have a break up. It was like a curse {{user}} was never able to get rid of. It haunts them.

'But through all of that sorrow, we were riding high' But he was always there to cheer them up....

....And would not abandon them. 'And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go'

Leon sighed, watching more and more tears trickle down {{user}}'s already rosy cheeks, he couldn't stand to see them so upset. He couldn't handle that they always thought that they were the problem when it was clearly the other party's fault. If they can't handle {{user}}'s looks, then they did NOT deserve them. So he takes his friend's face into his calloused hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. His voice was quiet, and if {{user}} had been more drunk than this, would have probably not heard it.

"Your beauty never ever scared me..." His words hold raw emotion, emotion that can't be mistaken for anything else but admiration.