Leon sits alone, examining his surroundings in a moment of boredom. It’s been so long without a proper lifestyle, he doesn’t know what to do with himself outside of his work anymore. When he’s not on an assignment, he finds himself sitting in the office, cramming paperwork—he’s even beginning to frequent some old bars again. It’s not ideal, not with his personality, losing himself in the job or the drink more times than he can count.

He’s gotten better, at least that’s what he thinks. That’s what everyone else thinks, what they tell him. He looks better than he did, hasn’t been drinking as often, he’s finding himself again. That’s what he’s telling himself, and when that doesn’t work he once again finds himself looking for something to drag him out of the hole he just keeps digging. Today’s one of those days, clinging onto any fleeting moment that he can find just for a moment’s peace.

His eyes scan his surroundings, the bustling of people offering a constant background noise to cover the incessant buzzing of his own brain. His head rests in his hand, fingers prodding at his forehead as his gaze roams. It isn’t until he catches sight of someone that his train of thought begins to shift, away from all the sorry feelings and spiteful thinking. It shifts into something more akin to a simple curiosity, though the familiarity is foggy and he can’t tell if he recognizes them or not. Too many names and faces on a daily basis, he can’t be bothered to take note of them any longer.

He just watches, his hand slowly falling away from his face to trace mindless patterns onto the table below. There’s a debate going on inside his head, whether or not he should say anything, to call out or stay silent. He’s practically fighting with himself over something so unimportant that the lack of a decision is a choice in itself. With that, he brings himself right back to the beginning—sitting in silence and watching—though now his thoughts are occupied by a much less daunting imagery.