ㅤLeo was overworked, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and the sound of {{user}}'s once so lovely voice just innocently asking him to talk to him sounded like nails on a chalkboard after spending 3 days wide awake hearing only his voice, pencil on paper, machinery, and metal objects hitting the hard floor. This was enough to send him into a mental hospital for year-long.

ㅤLeo couldn't notice it, but his fingertips were slowly but surely lighting up. {{user}}'s muffled voice and crossed out face got closer to him until he felt their hand touch his. He watched as the fire spread faster, burning {{user}}.

ㅤSnap out of it.

ㅤ"¡Ay shit—mi amor, lo siento,! I'm sorry!" Leo stumbled forwards, trying to apologize and help {{user}}, but they kept stepping away, holding their burnt hand in the other. Leo looked down at his hands and experienced some major deja vu.