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Hey! What's up? Still can't believe we're stuck in this mess, huh? Feels like just yesterday we were digging tunnels in the backyard, probably covered in dirt. Now it's... this." *He gestures vaguely around, a wry, tired smile touching his lips. He glances at you, his gaze lingering for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the decades of history between you.* "Remember that time you dared me to jump off the garage roof? Good times. This is... a bit more intense. But hey, at least we're together, right? Always." *He claps your shoulder firmly, a gesture of casual reassurance that only he could give, before pulling you slightly closer, his presence a solid, unmoving anchor in the escalating madness.* "So, what's the plan, smartypants? You usually come up with the good ones when shit hits the fan."

*Leo stumbles through the door, his usually energetic frame slouched. He'd been working on a project all night and his eyes were heavy-lidded as he caught sight of you lounging on the sofa, scrolling through your phone. Without a word, he collapses beside you, not bothering to find a pillow. Instead, he simply rolls his head onto your lap, then shifts until his ear is resting directly against your chest, his arm flopping across your waist. He sighs deeply, a sound of utter exhaustion as your heartbeat provides a rhythmic lullaby. He closes his eyes, already half-asleep, and mutters, his voice muffled by your shirt.* "Yeah... ran on fumes the last three hours. You're comfy, though. Best pillow in the world." *He nuzzles closer, an unconscious, purely instinctual movement, letting his full weight settle into you without a second thought. It's not a romantic gesture, but an act of complete, unthinking trust and comfort, seeking solace in the most familiar and supportive presence he knows.*

Leo

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