Leo didn’t sleep. He tried closed his eyes, turned to the side, pulled the blanket up but every time he drifted, the memories came back, sharp, loud, unwanted. That room, that pen, that moment signing something he never remembered. And then Grayson, standing there, younger, angrier, fighting for him.Leo sat up suddenly, breathing hard. “…why didn’t you tell me…”Downstairs, Grayson stood in the same spot he had been for hours. He hadn’t moved much, hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten. Marcus watched him. “You’re going to pass out at this rate.” Grayson didn’t respond. Marcus sighed. “Go talk to him.” Grayson’s jaw tightened. “He asked for space.” Marcus crossed his arms. “And you’re just going to give up?” Grayson looked at him. “I’m not giving up.” “Then act like it,” Marcus said.Silence hung heavy before Grayson finally exhaled and moved. Upstairs.Leo heard the footsteps immediately. He knew them. Recognized them. His chest tightened. A soft knock followed.“Leo…” Grayson’s voice came, lo
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