And then there’s Leonard. Leonard, who made me come so hard I saw stars on the edges of my vision. Leonard, who loves cats and hangs out with grandmothers and tries to take care of runaways. Leonard, who fixed that broken mug I gave him the other day and left it out on his kitchen counter, like it was something worth saving. Leonard, who can’t sleep at night for reasons I’d like to know. Leonard, who watched The Sopranos with me.
