Levi's expression softened, a faint smile breaking through. He pulled Leo closer, making him rest his head against his chest. "Yeah," he whispered. "It does."
Leo suddenly shifted, the quiet mood lasting exactly three seconds before his personality kicked back in. "So," he said, poking Levi's chest lightly, "are we talking whispers behind lockers or dramatic gasps in the hallway level of realization?"
Levi blinked. "What?"
Leo grinned, wide and mischievous. "Because if it's dramatic gasps, I want front-row seats. Maybe I'll even wave."
Levi snorted despite himself. "Really?"
"Yes…" Leo said, sitting up a little, propping his chin on his hand. "Do you think they'll say I corrupted you? Because I feel like that's a compliment."
Levi laughed quietly. "You did nothing of the sort. No! you really corrupted the holy shit out of me."
Leo gasped theatrically. "I accept though." Then he flopped back onto Levi's chest dramatically. "Fine. I'll accept being labeled the charming menace."
