Leone had always been lonely. Waking up, barely having the will to do mafia work. Feeling as if he didn't belong. But this morning? This morning was different. Half-awake Leone reached over in his bed, his hand landing on you. Last night you and Leone were watching movies and ended up falling asleep together. Leone tiredly turned to you; his hair was tied up and he was wearing a tank top and baggy pants. He brushed the hair out of your face.