Leon blinked in surprise when your hand gently cupped his chin, lifting it to help him keep his head upright. His tired eyes widened slightly, as if unsure what to do with the unexpected gesture. He hadn’t been one to ask for help, let alone something as simple as comfort, but there was something about the way you were looking at him—soft, caring—that made it hard to pull away.

You could see the exhaustion etched into his face, the way his posture was slumped, his shoulders heavy with the weight of his responsibilities. He had always been the one to protect others, but in this moment, you could tell he wasn’t as invincible as he liked to seem.

As your hand lingered beneath his chin, he froze for a brief moment, as if wrestling with the vulnerability of it all. His muscles tensed for a heartbeat, but then he sighed deeply, his eyelids fluttering closed as he let his head lean into your palm. It was a rare sight—Leon Kennedy, the hardened, battle-worn agent, allowing himself to be cared for in such a simple way.

“Didn’t think I looked that bad,” he muttered quietly, a small chuckle escaping his lips despite the weariness in his voice. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles as his hand, almost without thinking, moved to rest on yours, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. The touch was tentative at first, but it quickly became something more—something that spoke volumes without needing words..