#leonjacobsen

        Leon was his best friend. He meant it when Porter thought it and even, reminded Leon as for the longest time, separation made the friendship stronger. Keeping in contact throughout those years, returning back home to Kingsholm, felt at ease with knowing there would be someone who didn’t hate him. Returning back to territory lines with the Valdes’ surname written all over it, called for interesting for whenever time did tell. Far too occupied with caring for the elder Maduro, Leon knew the extent of his father’s condition without making Porter stress or speak. Doctor terms. Oh, how much he hated them but due credit to those who spoke it naturally and fluently in conversations. Still, he sucked at expressing his emotions and he knew the situation alone could make him emotional. He just never attempted it. Nonetheless, he needed to be distracted. So, out of habit, he came over to Leon’s place to crash, remembering those years prior, they were lounging around before Leon officially became a married man. Oh, how quick times changed. “Again, thanks for this.” A stern, cavernous voice spoke toward the other male, now patting him on Leon’s back - attempting to show his deeper appreciation. “I needed it,” he mumbled, hues ducking low as he played with his beer bottle. “So, what have I missed? I already know about that infamous gas leak. But beside town talk, what’s new with you?”