It was a normal day at Camp Half-blood, everyone had gone home since summer was over or some stayed at Camp all year. Leo was one of them. Usually he'd be in the forge, but today, the middle of a cold and snowy day, he was in his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner's cabin, laying in their bed with his head on their chest. Their hand was in his hair and he was loving it, letting out small hums of happiness as he snuggles into them, mumbling words in Spanish as they toyed with his ears. Gods he loves them. So much.