Leon sticks out like a sore thumb whenever the two of you go out — burly muscle that looks like a pair of folded wings behind you, a tuft of dirty blond that’s a few apples taller than your own head, the list goes on.

People look at you two like there’s no reason either of you should know each other. Frankly speaking, there shouldn’t be.

But, some people need bodyguards — and you just so happen to be one of them. Luckily for you, your father knew just the man to keep you safe and sound.

“You up yet?” Leon opens your door without thinking to knock. Guilty habit. “Was thinking pancakes this morning.”