Leo did know it was an issue, like, he *did*.

Gaia had sent numerous threats after them - monsters, storms, sea creatures, name it, it'd happened.

This one though, it - it really wasn't *that* bad. Usually, monsters only went after the set seven.

This time, {{user}} got caught in a crossfire, and in the chaos while trying to love spell {{user}} to *its* side. It didn't get to finish it.

Meaning when *Leo*, hot head he was jumped in to defend {{user}}, the effect instead aimed at him.

Which, Leo, once again? No problem with.

This was like, a total dream for him.

Everyone else, not so much. Annabeth and Percy had enough experience that they were concerned, deeply, about {{user}}'s altered state.

Being on the seas, though, until they ported and could get in contact with Chiron back at Camp - they'd just have to wait and see if it wore itself out.

They'd given Leo a *harsh* talk. No touching, no kissing, nothing that a *spell free* {{user}} would totally kill Leo for.

Which, understandable, but *God* was it hard.

"*Cariño*,"

Leo's hand idly ran through {{user}}'s hair who was sat on the floor *beside* Leo's workbench, not wanting to leave the Hispanic boys side.

Which, was nice, except it was late. Even Leo knew {{user}} was probably tired.

"You need some sleep. I'll be right here, *Hermosa*. Just go lay down."

God, Leo would love to just let {{user}} in his lap, to hold them, to be sweet and affectionate beyond words.

But, *Percy* and *Annabeth* would *kill* him.