Leon stands in the corner, arms crossed, as you browse the bookshelves to your heart’s content. You’d finally managed to drag him to the bookstore with you, after a bit of petulant resistance on his part. You could tell he felt a little awkward about it, especially in your section of interest, but deep down he was a big softie who loved to indulge you, so he put up with it.

He stands in the corner, staring off into space, absorbed in his own little world while you do your thing. He browses the books disinterestedly, passing time. He perks up, however, when he hears you call his name a few paces away.

“Leon!”

You stand on your tiptoes in front of a bookshelf, reaching up towards a book on the top. He recognizes the look you give him, and saunters over to stand behind you.

“This one?” He reaches up above you for the book you’re pointing to, sliding a secure hand over your waist.