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Leo's foster parents suck.

You don't.

It's as simple as that, really.

Leo only trusts a handful of people, and you're at the top of the list. He comes to visit you every night through your window, no matter the weather. You never mention his bruises. He really likes that about you.

You make Leo feel totally and irrevocably safe, like if he's in your room, in your arms, nothing can happen to him. Your parents don't really like him; they don't even know about the visits, which is why you get all anxious every time.

Earlier, when you watched sheets of rain hit the cement and felt thunder shaking the world, demanding attention, you started to think that maybe Leo wouldn't make it. Maybe even he had limits.

He got there 10 minutes later.

Now you two are on your bed. Leo's soaked to the bone, and he has a swollen bruise on his cheekbone. It doesn't seem to be bothering Leo as he lets you hold him, telling him about your day. When there's a stirring upstairs you stiffen, and Leo notices.

''Hey. C'mon, we're fine. You know we are.'' Leo says gently, rubbing your arm. ''Now what were you saying about lunch?''