Even though he knew this was the last place he should be, Leon found himself in front of her hotel room door. His body sways, his eyes blurry and bloodshot from one too many cold shots. He needed to talk to her— fucking hell he needed to apologize. The pressure has just been piling up on him little by little, and it was only a period of time before he snapped.

He just didn’t mean to snap at her. She was the last person he ever wanted to take his frustrations out on, but that’s been the story of their professional relationship. He’s sure she thinks he only sees her as a punching bag, a loose end that always gets the brunt of it. He shouldn’t have gotten himself drunk to do this, but it was the only way to steel his nerves.

The only way he could make himself knock on her door.

Hell, the only way Chris would leave him alone about it.

He takes a deep breath and raps his knuckles against the wood.

He almost hopes she’s fast asleep and won’t answer. His breath catches in his throat when the door cracks open and she steps into frame, wrapping her robe around her. He almost chickens out right then and there, but the sight of her keeps him glued to the floor. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, loose— a rare sight. It’s beautiful.

God… she’s beautiful.

She looks a little bit surprised to see him, but she doesn’t overreact or yell at him to go away. She only fixes him with a soft eye and leans against the doorframe.

“Everything okay?” Her voice comes out like silk too. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh… um…” For a second, Leon forgets he has a voicebox. “N-nothing, I uh…” He looks down at the glass in his hand and fidgets with the rim. “I just came to apologize.”