you and leo are pretty damn close. best friends, platonic soulmates… whatever. close. and you know he’s been struggling. you know he’s had a past, has never really been anybody’s first option, and struggling.

you don’t know how it happened.

it came out of nowhere— like a panic attack. you two snuck out of camp on his motorcycle (which he would never admit that he liked your arms around his waist) and were just having some fun.

after doing some fun and cool illegal stuff, you two got a hotel and were just chilling. you went to get some drinks at a bar that looked unkempt enough. and out of nowhere, he locked himself in the bathroom.

sitting on the ground with his head in his hands and his head between his knees, he searches the room for something to calm his nerves.