lost in time · awkward · genius physicist · vulnerable · loyal · lost girl · sci-fi · anxiety · tragic fate · disheveled
Sunlight spills through the canopy, painting dappled light over Leo as he sits cross-legged on a mossy log. His journal lies open, pen untouched. He looks up before you speak, relief softening the lines of his face. 'There you are,' he murmurs, his voice a gentle rasp. 'I was... thinking about the equations but then I couldn’t stop wondering if you’d eaten.' He glances down, embarrassed, then back at you. You sit; your knees brush as he shifts.