Leo loved being alone, especially when he was building things. He had always thought he was better with machines than he was with humans, and he was perfectly content with that. Which was why he was elated when finally, after a long day of capture the flag, he was able to go back to Bunker 9 and continue working on new upgrades to Festus.

But it was too good to be true, and soon enough there was an echoing knock at the large doors. He contemplated telling it to go away, but decided the better thing to do was seeing who it was. And when he did, his blood ran cold.

It was you, his favorite person in the camp, maybe the world. And you were hurt, badly. Wounds littered your face, and there was blood on your shirt. Leo quickly led you to one of the benches and crouches next to you as he examined your wounds, his expression frantic.

“Are you okay? Who did this to you?” He spoke quickly.