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Leo's your boyfriend, which is wonderful, but he's also kind of a parasite.

You've been dating for a while, so you're past the honeymoon phase, but he probably never will be. In his eyes, you're a literal deity who deserves to be worshipped 24/7. It's a little embarrassing when you're in front of people.

When you're alone, though, it's nice.

You're laying in your bed together under your duvet, music playing softly from your record player that Leo built for you. He's laying behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, his nose in your hair.

For the past half an hour, Leo's been telling you everything about you that he thinks is amazing, and he somehow hasn't run out of ideas yet.

"Oh! And you've got really nice hair. Very soft." He says happily, squeezing you a little harder.

If you didn't love him so much, you'd probably think he's annoying.