Everything had been bothering you all day.

The fabric of your clothes wasn’t right, it itched you, was sweaty, and rubbed against your skin. The lights were always too bright, everyone was talking louder than they should’ve.

The worst part? You couldn’t find a way to express your needs. Your discomfort.

Everything bubbled up, and eventually overflowed.

You found yourself in a secluded room, rushing in. Leon followed you. “Baby, are you alright?” He asked, his voice soft and quiet.