John

Leo had been out a lot lately, almost as though he was avoiding being home. Late nights in the library, trips into town- Anything to not have time to just sit and talk with John. He didn't want to discuss what had happened with Wyn, or the fact he'd basically gotten off with a slap on the wrist.

He just wanted to bury it all.

Tonight, however, he was tired and just wanted to see his bed before midnight for a change.