who knew leo valdez, your neighbor from across the street, could be really clingy?

well, not you. however, you do now.

he visited you every night, sneaking into your house and sharing beds like little kids. he made you feel safe: like there was an actual reason to wake up. he was like a silent reassurance from the gods or something.

anothee night meant another sleepover. he hated staying alone: most likely because he was an insomniac.

“sunshine, you’re like, my greatest friend. ever.” he mumbled. his head leaned on your shoulder, his curly hair brushing against your cheek.