Leo practically ran down the stairs heading down at almost two at a time.

'Dangerous, yes,' but when he looked back up he could see Max far enough away now that he could almost not make out the pain he had put him in. The paint hat was etched miserably on his handsome face.

Which was good because Leo was already in enough pain and didn't think he could handle those two beautiful eyes staring at him hurting.

"The pain, It's only temporary, soon we won't even be a memory to each other," he said. Just as much for him to hear as for his wishes for Max.

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Max stared after Leo in pain and shock. The two warring across his face. He wanted to understand to have it all make sense. But his mind seemed to frantically try and put the puzzle together and once it did. It was like the puzzle was a Picasso because it still didn't make sense.

If he was understanding Leo right. Leo seemed to think Max was in love with Sam but because he couldn't accept those feelings he was chasing after Leo.

And for some reason, Leo seemed to have this crazy notion in his head that he has been just a lesser version of Sam all this time. Like some sort of Bad duplicate.

'How had Leo even come to these conclusions?!'

Max was pretty sure he had never shown those kinds of feelings to Sam at all! 'Ever! In his entire life... Let alone around Leo!'

But Leo wasn't just getting this notion from nowhere, and his feelings mattered.

So if Max wanted Leo he needed to know why this had even occurred and how he could fix it. And for that he needed Sam.

Max picked up his phone and clicked the gross picture of Sam's armpit and sighed. He would have to change it to something normal again. Sam was always stealing his phone and putting gross body part pictures on it. Last time it was his infected toenail.

′Again, so gross! Where Leo would have ever have gotten this crazy notion of him being in love with Sam... he didn't know' Max shuddered.

The call rang twice before a slightly tired voice came out of the other side of the phone.

"What's up, idiot," Sam asked.

"Hey, who are you calling an idiot!" Max responded, slightly irritated already. 'In love with this guy, maybe his fists were.'

"I'm talking to the idiot who made Leo cry and then walked away instead of going after him."

Max winced a little at the accuracy of that statement.

"Can you meet me at my dorm," Max asked.

"Sure." Came Sam's chipper reply. Max was putting down the phone when he thought he heard Sam ask someone to hand him his pants. Before the line clicked.