With Max in the back room, it feels a lot smaller than Leo remembers, despite there only being a bedframe and mattress. After so many days, the omega can't will himself to look away from him. Max has always been a sharp looker, however after seeing him in casual clothes, Leo wishes he could see him like that more often. With Max's hair styled the way it is, he can't reach out to run his fingers through it, in fear of messing it up.
Leo frowns, he shouldn't let thoughts like that win. "If you've come for your jacket, you're too late." He crosses his arms over his chest and glares up at Max through his pale lashes. He shouldn't have sat down on the bed, having to look up at him is annoying. He doesn't want Max to look down on him, literally or figuratively. It's not like he can stand up now though, it would just make his thoughts too obvious. He shuffles in his spot, "I already threw it out."
