Winter is settling in, the air becoming nippy and cold, sinking deep into Leo's body. He doesn't move an inch.
'How long does it take to freeze to death?' Leo wondered, tucking his arms closer to his body, 'Ages probably...'
He should go back, really, it was getting late. They'd be mad at him for being out so late. He was always messing up, so it wouldn't be any different than usual. He knew he was a headache. Maybe it would be better if he were-
.
It's been years since the almost apocalypse happened, all their wounds were healed and tough talks were had. So why is Leo feeling like this? What is wrong with him? Everything is fine! Why can't he just enjoy this happy ending like he's supposed to!? Utterly sick of his broken brain, Leo goes on a quest to figure out what the hell is going on with him and to fix it once and for all.