Recently, you’ve been in a turmoil of dysmorphia. Working out more, retreating to your barrack, even losing interest in things you used to adore.

Alejandro took notice, Rudy had already seen it happening. The push to check in on you was when you snapped at Ale when he mentioned marks on your wrist.

They came to you on your way back from a gym. They walked beside you, Rudy silent and Alejandro talking.

“Don’t try to deny anything, Leon. Talk to us, tell us what’s bothering you.”