At home, Leo was always required to be the strong one. His older sister was too scattered to function properly, a right little Ophelia, and his younger brother didn't have what it took to help run the task force. That was a hard task to put on anyone, especially someone who barely understood his own emotions half the time anyway. It was something of a relief

Leo looked a lot like a cat that had just been grabbed by its owner and was about to be tossed in a bathtub when Seth suggested he go stand in the ocean. He flopped back dow and stared at the ceiling, one arm behind his head, groaning softly. "You're lucky I trust you." There's no one else he'd be willing to do what Seth was saying they should attempt.

Thoughts of ending up underwater and slowly drowning kept filling his head. He pushed the images away. He clasped the hand Seth still had on his chest. "I'll do it. I don't like and if I die I'm going to spend the entire time drowning blaming you, but I'll do it." Really, he's rather touched that anyone would put forth the effort for himself.