<em>Leo and Danica</em><br/><br/>Leo cocked his head at her question. "It's hard to say, Danica," he murmured. His eyes closed. "As much as I can love someone? Yes, I think I do. But..." he trailed off for a moment, not really sure if he wanted to continue, "I'm not exactly balanced--damaged is the term."<br/><br/>He sighed and tucked her against his chest. "If it helps any, I feel less crazy when you're with me. And it's not just the sex, you just help me feel a little less totally detached from the world. I don't know if that's love, but it's the closest I've felt to it. I think. I'm completely fucked up and I don't self-medicate, so I'm not right in the head."<br/><br/>"But I want you with me. I want you because I enjoy having you near by. I probably don't deserve someone like you, but I'll fight like hell to keep you anyway."