Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170326175920

Leon sighed, pecking Harvard on the forehead lightly as he tried to peel himself off of him. He smoothed down his hair, tucking him back into the bed as if he was a child. He was so confused and irritated with himself at the time. He barely understood emotion to begin with, but he didn't know that they could mix in such a way that he could still feel infatuation with someone that he used to hate with every fibre of his being.

He absentmindedly traced the line of Harvard's neck with the tips of his fingers, wiping away some of his tears until his breathing became soft and controlled. He was finally asleep.

Leon quietly walked out of the room, reluctantly leaving the other man to rest. Visiting hours would end soon anyways.