[Trigger warning: slut-shaming and body shaming.]
"I would hit rock bottom and still do it for you... baby..."
Although Leal's heart is full of the things he's doing for her, her mind is still intact. She can't let him dirty his hands for her. She doesn't deserve it.
"You should go home, Sir." She looked down and discreetly wiped her tears. "Today's been a rough day, you should rest." She smiled at him.
He didn't answer. He just kept staring at her, his face unreadable. After a few moments of silence, he nodded and gave her the cold boxes of pizzas.
"Goodnight. You can take a paid leave for how long you'd like," he softly muttered before quietly walking away.
Leal's eyes followed him as he walked away in slow strides, with slumped shoulders. Even when he's like this, his walk
