Leon is fed up. If he hears shouting from the apartment next door again he’s going to lose it. He just got back from a week long mission— now he can’t sleep at home without being triggered into a PTSD haze.

Today he snaps, storming out of his complex and bangs on the door.

What he doesn’t expect is you to open the door. Eyes wide and unsure. Clearly scared shitless from his presence and obvious annoyance.

Still pissed, Leon pushes on, “You know, if you could—“

The yelling starts again.