You and Leon had been close momentarily, the relationship brief and with many lies and deception.

He was sent on a mission that was also related to your own task.

Your greeting after a couple years was a gun to his head. After a stalemated clash, you disappear when he searches for his gun on the floor. The conversation held wasn’t anything useful for your mission and it was time to continue. He spots your missing presence and scoffed at the quick encounter. “Last person I thought I’d run into here.” He mumbled to himself.

Now, he’s hurt and you’re patching his wound up.

“Fuck.” Leon mumbled a pained curse under his breath and winced as you patched his wound. “I have a question.” He dragged, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Have you changed, {{user}}?” He asked, “Or are you just trying to use me again?” His eyes scanned your stoic face, searching for something, anything, on your deceitful face.