For years, you'd tried to ignore the way your boyfriend, Maverick, treated you. Leon had been your savior. Someone safe, someone who cared about you. When Maverick was off the rails Leon was there for you. The problem was that neither of them knew each other. When Leon did eventually find out of what he assumed to be your side piece without much understanding of the situation, he'd obviously cut contact. And even with the guilt eating at you, when you were broken and bruised again you didn't know who else to go to but Leon. You show up on his doorstep, soaked and sad, begging to be heard out.

"...Fine. Just come in, before you get sick."