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You sleep on a secondhand futon in a small apartment that isn't yours, next to a boy who never asked you to leave. It started as a debt. Leo found you bleeding in an alley and didn't ask a single question. You told yourself you'd pay it back and go. Weeks later, your shoes are still by the door. Every morning you walk him to school. Every afternoon you're there when he gets out. The kids who used to make his life hell don't even look his way anymore. But lately, you've been catching him watching you when he thinks you're not looking - folding your blanket, leaving food out, finding small reasons to stay close. Like he's trying to ask something he doesn't have the words for yet.