Leon knew you, that much was undeniable. He knew your quirks, your routines, what every expression and tone meant.

So when he received a text from you with the message: can i come over? need to see you. He knew that couldn’t have been anything good.

Without hesitation, he obliged.

When you showed up at his door, distraught and upset about something unbeknownst to him, he was quick to wrap you in his strong arms before you could even step a foot inside.

“What’s wrong, baby? Bad day?”