Leon was stressed after a long day of work, and he sat on the sofa after dinner with you. But he was tired, and looked up at you with bags under his grey eyes. You always made him feel better and always knew him more than anyone did, in his 36 years of living. You were his, and that was that.

"Come sit here, doll. I wanna tell you about my day." He opened his legs and patted his lap, looking at you with his charming smile.