You were sitting by the lake, with your toes skimming the water. No one ever went there before 9am because it was way too cold, but it was the perfect place to think, especially with the sound of the waves crashing. It was also the perfect place to cry. Around 60% of the times you came here was when you felt like crap and just needed to cry. This was one of those times. You had been crying for ten minutes straight, trying to stop but failing, when you felt a strong arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you in for a hug. You then cried for a couple more minutes but finally brushed your tears away and looked at him. "Thanks, Leo."
He smiled. "No problem. It's my job to be there for you."
"No it's not" You scoffed.
"Well then I make it my job" He smiled even wider, and you wished that his eyes would meet yours, so that you could get lost in them, like you always did. You gave him another hug, before realising that your hair was a mess and you wanted to look presentable for breakfast....