A/N: Most of the original writing I've been doing lately has been pretty heavy, so I decided why not take a break and write some fluff! This was the product. I also realized I hadn't updated any Producers fan fictions on this site since Christmas, so I thought it was time to add something to my short story collection. Hope you enjoy!
And as always, I do not own The Producers. It was created by Mel Brooks, and this fan fiction was written for fun, not profit.
"Well, I think that's it," Max said to Leo after placing his business partner's last suitcase on the ground near the old, green sofa in his living room. It was accompanied by five others that were stuffed with clothes and other assorted items from Leo's old apartment. "You sure as hell have a lot of clothes."
"Yeah," Leo replied. He didn't even bother to look up at Max. "Ulla always bought me stuff she thought I'd look good in." He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head against one of the arms. Just a week ago, he had learned that his wife, Ulla, had been cheating on him with a chorus boy from the latest musical Max and Leo had produced, Prisoners of Love. At first, Leo wasn't going to leave her, but after some consideration and a little bit of persuasion from Max, he had decided it was best to end their marriage and stay with Max until he could find an apartment of his own.
Max sat down beside his business partner and put his arm around him. "Come on, Leo! It won't be that bad. You're thirty-five and a free man again!"
"I guess," Leo said with a shrug.
"Forget about her for a little bit."
Leo shook his head and turned away from him. "Just leave me alone for right now, Max."
Max had no intention of letting Leo sit by himself and dwell over his failed marriage, though. "I don't want to see you stay on this couch all night and mope." He took a gentle hold of Leo's chin and turned his head so that their eyes met. "You decided you didn't want to take that crap from her anymore. So move on."
"But what if I made the wrong choice?" Leo's eyes were filling up with tears. He pulled his legs in toward his chest and took his blue security blanket out from his pocket. "I should have stayed!"
"And let her know that she can get away with being unfaithful to you?"
"No, but . . ."
"But nothing." Max let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "Leo, you deserve better than that Swedish skank."
"Don't call her that!"
"How about you stop defending her?"
"Why shouldn't I defend her? I love her!" Leo forced his head from Max's grasp and buried his face in the older man's chest, sobbing. "I love her, I love her, I love her! Why did she do it, Max?"
Max patted Leo's back in an attempt to calm him down. If there was one thing he hated, it was seeing him this upset. Leo was so innocent, so fragile. He never hurt anyone. It didn't seem fair that he should have to deal with something like a divorce from his wife.
"She doesn't care for you as much as you care for her. Hate to say it, but it's as simple as that," Max told him. "And you know what you need to do now? Find someone who really does care for you."
Leo looked up. His eyes were red and puffy. "Like you?"
Max was taken aback by the comment at first, but after considering it for a moment, nodded. "Guess you could say that." He chuckled and gave Leo's hair a playful ruffle. "But don't you get any ideas! I'm not like Roger or Carmen, mind you!"
"Don't worry. I'm not either." Leo rested his head back on Max's chest, letting all the troubles of the previous week melt away in his business partner's arms.