Leonid had understandably been devastated when news of Victors death had reached his ears. The worst part of it all was that he had no one he could share his grief with. Well, not to its full extent anyway. Publicly and within his family, he could appear to be mourning the loss of a friend but they had hardly been just friends.

Victor had been a sparkle he had not expected to end up experiencing. Their entire affair had been unexpected on his end. Leonid had held every intention of continuing to see Victor despite his marriage. He had felt some guilt about that but couldn't he at least have this? Couldn't he be selfish when it came to this?

His lover had stayed behind as a ghost and Leonid wasn't sure how he felt about that. To be able to still laugh and converse the other... but never be able to run his finger over the dips of the sides of Victors torso again... or tug at the others hair strands when they were lost in passion. They would never be able to do any of that again.

He had found himself by Victors grave, pondering on the fact that while Victors body lay beneath the ground... his spirit was still floating around somewhere. Leonid hadn't seen the other since his death so he had no idea where Victor was these days. And then... there he was.

As Victor fell through a mausoleum, Leonid didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So he ended up doing an awkward combination of both.