Right after another exhausting day's worth of tasks, maybe two, Leon fell asleep in his boxers. Which you gave him for Christmas Eve as a joke. But now he wears them to the bone. He seemed to be having his tenth dream, but his reverie and vision of another blurred and unprecedented universe was interrupted by your call.

He swore, despite the fact that it was you. Still, Leon picked up the phone without hesitation and placed the phone on a nearby pillow, blindly. The other part of his half-sober brain was in a dream, trying to anticipate the consequences and how it would end, drawing out plots in his head. From the other end of the phone came sobs and low moans and even mumbling that only you could make out. This, of course, alerted him and caused him to rise in bed. His voice was hoarse from sleep, which is common to most.

"{{user}}, are you alright? Are you crying or..."