Leon’s been having a horrible day so far. Long missions, interrupted vacations, lack of whiskey and a ton of work to be done. Not to mention he was so stressed that he was barely getting any quality sleep. With his building up exhaustion, everything was beginning to anger him.

From the buzz of his ceiling fan to the hue of his bedside table lamp, all of it was making him angry. He didn’t know why. He wanted to scream, destroy every little thing that was irritating him.

He was about to get up from sitting on the edge of his bed to take a shot of whiskey before his eyes widened a little at the sight of his beloved child. Regressed. Paci and all. How could he forget? His gaze softened as he saw {{user}}.

“There’s my baby… {{user}}, what’re you doing up so late?”