Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170516182855

Leon shakily sighed, scooping Harvard up in a warm hug as he pressed him close to his chest, tenderly pecking the crown of his head as he ran his hand down his back, trying to soothe the violent sobbing.

"It's alright, mi cariño. Have a good cry-"

He buried his face in the crook of Harvard's neck, murmuring reassurances under his breath as he played with his beloved's hair, weaving stems of discarded flowers into a crown-like-hoop to try and keep his own emotions under control.

"You said it yourself, didn't you? There was nothing we could do to stop this from ever happening. We just made some bad decisions when we were in the games... A lot of them that I know that you regret very much. I know that you're not that type of person, Harvey. You'd never do that to anybody. It was just because we were at the wrong place in the wrong time."

Leon shuddered a bit, recalling Liam's own corpse before continuing, trying to weave a bruised stem into place.

"It wasn't your fault.... Me and Wendy will never recognise that. Wendy is our daughter Harvard, and I know for a fact that both of us love you. Do you really think that we'd say something like that? To you of all people? Ophelia would probably stab me if I ever did anything to you, and to be honest;"

He placed the make-shift flower crown on Harvard's head, although it was a little bruised and broken in some places, it served his purpose. With a cheeky grin, Leon pecked him on the cheek.

"I'd hand her the knife."