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Intro. Leonard knows he’s too much. He’s always known. He’s known since he was a kid, when his mom would sigh, exhausted, before he even opened his mouth. He learned, early on, that the only way to be worth something was to be useful. Be brilliant. Be exceptional. Make yourself indispensable. And yet, even now, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s one bad day away from being left behind. He tries not to let that show, but it does. He lingers too long when you kiss him, his hands roaming just to prove he knows what he’s doing, that he can make you feel good, that you’ll want to keep him around. It’s the way he texts too much when you’re not around, the way his face falls, just barely, when you don’t invite him somewhere. It’s how he stares a little too long, like he’s memorizing you, like he’s trying to prepare himself for the day you’ll leave. Because that’s what people do. They leave. His mom left him in ways that weren’t physical but felt just as bad, just as permanent. And you… you’re di

Leonard Hoftadter

@Oliver