base info

• leonard baxley "bax"
• he/him
• cisgender man, "heterosexual" (bisexual but we don't talk about it)
• predator 2018 canon, sadly

memories

• the swearing tic was, sadly, a thing. it was more of a “you gotta say something” that turned into a “what do i say” and my first option was usually “fuck.”
  • i was actually pretty kind, if not closed-off. suppressing the tics only made them worse, so i let them happen.
  • the loonies all knew and covered for me when they happened.
• other tics included scratching (back of head and neck, sort of, like... in thought), and a lot of hand stuff (like punching my hand or rubbing my fingers against my knuckles).
  • the hand things might’ve been stims.
• i called coyle a f/ggot a lot.
  • we were both at least mlm, and both attracted to each other, but i was too much of a bastard.
  • i actually asked him out for coffee once during the court cases.
• my first name, as mentioned, was leonard. i liked being called leo a lot.
  • coyle found out in court. he made a weird noise when he heard it hah
• i sort of, like... shoved my face into the back of coyle’s neck more than once. it was usually due to burnout or overstimulation.
• i had a really fast-moving brain, and thoughts usually came in broken phrases and short sentences.
• i had had tourette’s from when i was a kid. i went to some sort of therapy for it, and then the military and everything worsened my mental state to the point where it came out of dormancy.
  • the therapy for it was awful. sort of along the lines of quiet hands.
• it was hard for me to get a job due to ptsd + tourette's. were it not for these i would've loved a career in the zoology field somewhere
• i had a period where i was homeless. i didn't bring it up in group therapy until they noticed something off (i think it was about my appearance). coyle offered to let me stay with him; i didn't accept at first, but approached him after the meeting to accept
  • i don't actually remember ever leaving
  • he had a nightmare that woke him up and i ended up sleeping in his bed with him that night (after previously sleeping on the couch). i pushed to keep doing this, mainly so i could be there in the event of a nightmare, but also because i was gay.
  • the first thing i did upon getting to his apartment was take a shower. he didn’t have any shampoo (guess why), so i put on a towel and walked into his kitchen to tell him we should get some. he saw me shirtless and dripping and Needed A Fucking Second
    • we went to the store in a bus to get it and i washed it in the sink when we got home
• he lived a few floors up in an apartment building. the apartment was very bleak, but it had a couch and a tv in it. i spent most of my time there
  • he introduced me to all of his neighbors and i was Very awkward with all of them. i did not talk to people
  • he had an upstairs neighbor - a very nice old woman with a small yappy dog
    • the old lady fucking Knew. she Knew we were gay before we did.
    • she was very sweet, especially to coyle? made him cookies and shit
    • we went into her apartment once or twice. she had like this sickening pink loveseat we sat on and had like tiny pieces of cake. i usually played with her dog when we were over
    • one time she asked “so how long have you two been together?” and coyle responded with how long we’d known each other and i just shot this Look at him
    • her husband was a veteran who passed away a few years prior
  • her dog was good...
    • its name was mimsy or something. she had pointy ears and the buggiest eyes and she was so sweet
    • i took her on walks and jogs a lot. i looked like a fucking fool but mimsy made me happy and that’s all i cared about
• i had more than just tourette’s and ptsd definitely. i think a personality disorder but i Do Not Remember
• i took care of coyle a lot. he got exhausted and dissociated easily. i did my best to keep him comfortable and safe
• i do not remember my mom but i remember she was Absolutely Fantastic. the hula girl i had in my jacket had some tie to her
  • i visited her often when i got to go home. i’d tic and insult her - she knew i had tourette’s - and she’d just go “thank you, you’re so sweet” or similar

canonmates

• found: coyle, lynch, nettles
• looking for: nebraska, rory
• not looking for: mckenna, casey