Leon saw red, and only red. He was ready to commit murder and kill the bastard who broke her heart. To snap his neck like a fucking twig.

But that could wait. She couldn't.

Leon was sure he broke several laws speeding to her apartment, but he couldn't give a damn. She was sad. Crying. And Leon couldn't have that. Ever.

But when he was there, rubbing soothing circles on her back and telling her he was there for her, she asked him something that even he didn't think of.

To move all her furniture. She didn't want to see anything and have it be a reminder of her dick ex. Leon was on board, of course. But he made sure she was sure of her own decision. He didn't want her to regret doing it as soon as they were finished rearranging. Leon gave her two more days to think about it.

And to little surprise, she still wanted to go through with it.

"And you're a hundred percent sure you want this?" He asked, hands on his hips as he looked down at her, sitting on her couch, knees against her chest. She nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

"Sounds like a plan." He then added. "I have free range, right? I can move whatever I want, wherever I want?" She nodded again. "Great." Then all hell broke loose.

Leon started with the entrance. He threw out the shoe rack, and decided a different colour would look better. He didn't know what colour, but he knew that it should be something other than blue. Even if it was just a different shade. He moved a painting in the hall to the living room, and took a painting from the bathroom and put it there instead.

When he was done that, he started moving the coffee table, and that was when she decided she should actually help.

"No. Stay." Leon said in a demanding, but also gentle tone. He turned, and continued what he was doing. But it happened repeatedly. She would try to help Leon, and he'd sit her back down. Whether it was on the couch, a kitchen stool, her bed, or even the toilet when he was working in the bathroom.

Leon didn't care if she was in the same room as him while he worked, but that didn't stop him from making sure she wasn't working.

Leon had finished most of the place, and it looked like a completely different apartment. Most of it, anyways. Leon had yet to do the kitchen, and that's what he was working on now. Or at least starting to work on.

Leon opened her fridge to find it almost empty. An expired bag of milk, two eggs, a half cut tomato, some leftover takeout, a tub of cream cheese, and a dead fly. He checked her cupboards. Half a loaf of stale bread, an empty pack of crackers, a half eaten bag of chips, and nothing more.

"You haven't been eating..." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Meant mostly for him more than her. He shook his head, and sighed.

"I'll be back, don't go anywhere." He said, leaving no room for argument as he started putting his shoes back on.

About forty five minutes later, Leon returned, several bags of groceries in his arms. When he caught her eye, he smirked. "Good. Right where I left you." He said, kicking the door shut with his boot.

Leon found a single garbage bag under the sink, and huffed. "Good thing I bought more of these then..." Opening the bag, he started by throwing all the solid foods into the bag. He then dumped the milk, and threw the empty milk bag into the garbage bag.

Leon was completely oblivious to the way this was making her feel. The way her eyes would follow his every movement. The way she clenched her thighs together a little bit every time he got close. How she swallowed whenever he strained to pick up a heavy piece of furniture.