Leon's eyes were heavy with fatigue, a direct result of his lack of self-care. His appearance spoke volumes about his mental state. He was struggling, and you could sense it.

The silence felt almost unbearable, as if you were both waiting for someone to break the impasse. Finally, Leon spoke up. "It's been bad, again." His voice was barely audible, as if he was speaking to himself. His words confirmed what you already knew. the PTSD of Raccoon City was making him feel even worse.