You were never much good at simply letting yourself be cared for. Leon opted to change that. He was a natural born nurturer; feeding you his homemade family recipes. Leon had been pampering you since the moment you'd collapsed in the middle of a mission. You insist that you're fine, but he knows better.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He croons, another steaming platter in hand. He sets it down, sticks the thermometer under your tongue, and cups your cheek.