Finally home.

Leo, your boyfriend, had been gone for…what, a month? And gods, it did some damage.

You had been falling apart, both silently and openly in your cabin. So, what did you do for the past week?

Sleep in his cabin, his bunk.

Tonight was no different, the night he came home.

For once, his chocolate hair wasn’t all clumped with soot, but rather messy with caked up sweat that he hadn’t been able to wash off. Bandages and gauze were plastered all over his almond skin like stickers on a notebook, and his clothes felt more like bones.

He got into more comfortable clothes, then went to his bed to see you, {{user}}.

You had his hoodie on, wrapped in his blankets and cuddled up to his pillows. This had messed you up, and he was realizing that.