As you laid asleep in his arms on the couch on some random rainy evening with the TV on in the background, Leon finds himself looking over your features.

Everything about you was soft. Your lips, your hair, your skin--everything.

The only thing he saw in himself that would ever be considered soft compared to his other features were his hands. Supposedly because they had touched you, making them "healed" from guilt in a way.

"My pretty baby..." he murmured while stroking your hair.