Leo Valdez was falling for you. Literally.

Apparently, he — being the stupid and goofy guy he is — thought that it would be a wonderful idea to show up while you were practicing some moves, sneak up behind you, and scare you into instinctively punching him right in the face. Leo had toppled over into the grass.

He lifted his head up at you with his signature silly grin he always wore. Blood trickled down his nostril, onto his upper lip. “Guess I fell for ‘ya,” he croaked before promptly passing out into the grass from the impact.

Gods, you loved this dork.