Marlo curls around him, kisses his forehead and then his mouth. "Missed you, hummingbird." 

"You could kiss me at school, you know." Kiss. "You could fuck me at school if you wanted to, there's this closet downstairs in the main building —" 

"There are people at school." 

"It's not like there's anyone who doesn't know we're dating," he says, but drops it in favor of snuggling. 

Leo thinks he should be snuggled by two people. 

Leo can be snuggled by two people as long as he doesn't mind those people kissing while the snuggling is happening. 

Leo has no opinion on kissing. His creators didn't really bother to give him a sexuality.

"Do you want to try the thing?" 

"You're the one who's felt it, you'd know better than I would, but — yeah. I do." 

Sasha kisses Marlo and then kisses Leo's head and says, "Sing. The nice song." 

The song says:

You are warm and safe and happy. Everything is okay. You are around people that love you. There's no need to worry about anything. There's no need to do anything, and doing things is really hard anyway. It might be nice to kiss and touch but it's even nicer just to feel his breathing and know that he's there. All you want to do is think about how warm and safe and nice he is and how wonderful it is to be in his arms. Feel his heartbeat, feel his arms around you, feel the way his chest rises and falls, feel his legs intertwined with yours, feel the softness of his skin and the silkiness of his hair and the warmth of his breath. Stop thinking, relax, and be. Nothing is wrong. Nothing has ever been wrong and nothing is ever going to be wrong. How could things be wrong when he's here?

...oh. 

He'd been planning on kissing Marlo once they were under but, Marlo's skin is soft and just, feeling the way he breathes, the warmth of him, is... so much better. 

Marlo closes his eyes and lets his head fall against Sasha's shoulder and feels how soft his shirt is, how warm he is through the worn-soft cloth, the way he smells, like cherry drink powder and coconut shampoo, the way Marlo knows he'd taste if he kissed him, how he fits into Marlo's arms, and loves him, and doesn't move. Why would he move? Sasha's right here. 

The song wraps up and Leo snuggles up to Marlo and Sasha.

"...love you." Moving is still difficult but he reaches up clumsily to touch Marlo's hair. 

"Love you." He puts one hand on Leo's back and keeps it there. 

Leo waits what seems like a reasonable amount of time for the music to wear off, then bounces and says "MORE MAGIC."

"...oh, you should see this. Leo, beg." 

All thought of figuring out what his powers are disappears and is replaced with the TREMENDOUS IMPORTANCE of being PETTED.

He runs towards Marlo's hand and headbutts it. "HI MARLO I AM VERY SMALL AND SOFT. YOU SHOULD PET ME. I AM GOOD TO PET. I LIKE PETS. PET ME."

"Gosh," Marlo says, and pets him. 

PETTING!!!!! BEING PETTED IS VERY IMPORTANT.

"I love you," Leo says, "you are SO GOOD, you PETTED ME, that is the ONLY THING that is IMPORTANT in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. Being snuggled is the BEST."

"Is he just —" 

"Yeah, he is. Until you tell him to stop. It's like a button marked 'make it incredibly easy to make this person happy,' it's great. Leo, stop begging." 

Leo flops. 

"I like caring about more than one thing better. But I like that it makes you happy to make it really easy to make me happy?"

"Yeah." He runs a hand along Leo's back. "'S why I stopped it faster this time."