(Yes, I love puns this much. Also, just so you know, I AM A PART of the 0.01% I am writing about. Okay? Okay.)

"Hey," Leo says, sitting next to me.

There is complete and utter silence, I can't help it that my own thoughts are so much louder than everything else. Sure, I heard him but don't quite comprehend it, something that happens when I expect to be alone.

"Hey! Stan!" He says.

I turn to him.

"H-Hi," I say

"Are you okay? You seem to be pretty out of it," he says.

"Just thinking," I say.

"About?" He asks.

"I don't know. Life," I say.

"You look really weird," he says.

"Oh. You can see it," I say.

"What's it?" Leo asks.

"Ran out of pills today. And every place is closed, so, I'm just going to have to survive," I say.

"What does it feel like?" Leo asks.

"Terrifying," I answer.

"Is that why you're so out of it?" Leo asks.

"Pretty much," I say.

He nods, getting a little bit closer to me.

"Do you have like... withdraw symptoms? Other than being out of it?" Leo asks.

"Nothing really serious, I have had far worse," I say.

"Have had worse? Like?" Leo asks.

"There was this old medication that had a 0.01% possibility that it would make the person who takes the pills even more suicidal. Guess who almost went to hospital because 'it's very unlikely you're a part of that 0.01%'. I am a part of that and almost killed myself. So, I mean, I've had worse. Because nobody believed me for four months!" I say.

"Why do they have pills like that?" Leo asks.

"It was 0.01%. I'm just rare as fuck," i say.

"Still. What if you did kill yourself because of a medicine?" Leo asks.

"Then I would have," I say, shrugging.

"It's not 'then I would have'. That's seriously dangerous, especially not believing you even when you said what it was doing," Leo says.

"Aw. You care about me? That's cute," I say.

"Of course I care! Stan, you're awesome! You're so kind and warm and all," Leo says.

I put a hand over my heart.

"Thank you," I say.

He puts his hand over mine.

"I'm here for you, I promise," he says.

I take his hand, holding it. Leo looks down at the hand, blushing.

"Oh, sorry," I say.

"Y-you can hold it. I don't mind at all," Leo says, smiling the slightest bit.

I nod before looking at my feet. I get an idea and take a stick. I then start clearing the ground in front of me.

"Wanna play a guessing game?" I ask.

"What kind?" He asks.

"So. You just think of something to draw and the one that gets the other to guess faster gets a point. The person who guesses quicker gets two point," I say.

"Okay, I'll play," Leo says.

I give him the stick. He clears the ground at his feet before getting on the ground and starting to draw lines.

"Is it a frog?" I ask.

He laughs.

"No," he says.

He starts doing eyebrows on the clear frog.

"The fucking turtle from the cartoon. What's his name? Franklin?" I ask.

"How do you go from frog to turtle?" Leo asks.

He starts detailing the eyes.

"It's a ninja turtle," I say.

"What is your thing with turtles? Is that a fetish or something?" He asks.

He starts making a hat.

"Okay, I sound self absorbed but is it me?" I ask.

"Yup. Now explain how this looks like a frog," he says.

"I'm looking at it from an angle," I say.

He gives me the stick. I get down on the ground and start by drawing the face shape.

"Pear?" He asks.

"You wish I did something that easy," I say.

I continue with the eyes. Then hair.

"A rocket?" He asks.

I roll my eyes.

"When you know what it's supposed to be those guesses become hilarious," I say.

I make the eyebrows and then nose.

"I swear, from here, it looks like a rocket," Leo says.

I turn my head to look at it from that angle. Yes, in fact, it does look slightly like a rocket.

"That's so awesome," I say.

I get back to it by drawing the neck and the dimples. Then doing the mouth around the dimples themselves. Then I get the ears.

"Lamp that's on fire?" He asks.

"Good suggestion," I say.

I do a couple of freckles.

"Is it me?" Leo asks.

"Yup," I say.

"Does my face actually look like a rocket when it's upside down?" Leo asks.

He looks at me, face upside down.

"Distantly," I say.

"That's awesome!" He says, turning around.

I give him the stick. He takes a picture of the drawing of me before erasing it.

"2 to 1, you are leading," Leo says.

He starts by doing something wavy. I smile.

"Sea?" I ask.

He shakes his head and makes an another wavy a bit further away. He then starts doing waves in between. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Six waves and the outline. He then closes then all together with two straight lines.

"A flag?" I ask.

"Count," he says.

Wait. 1 is red, 2 is orange, 3 is yellow, 4 is green, 5 is blue, 6 is violet.

"Pride flag?" I ask.

"Yup. I'm demi, I have to show my pride," Leo says.

"Bisexual," I say.

He gives me the stick. I take a picture of his face before covering it and starting to draw. First, I draw a a stick man, then another one, then two smaller stick men.

"Aw. They look like a family," Leo says.

"They are, I draw a family. Do you want a family?" I ask.

"I love kids. Having a family is such a huge thing for me. You?" Leo asks.

"Same. I'd love to have a small little family," I say.

He smiles at me.