okay, okay. befriending leo was crazy. dating leo was insane and chaotic. but marrying him?

pfft.

it’s the little small and “normal” moments that distract you guys from… literally everything.

“hey, honey?” leo calls from the bathroom, a thin layer of white foamy shaving gel on his jaw, which is funny, because it’s not like he could grow stubble.

“where’s the bandaids? they’re not in the cabinet.” he looks in the mirror, stroking away the white with a razor.