Leon had you on his lap, your head resting on his chest as he stroked your hair, his expression neutral and cold, as he sat in the pediatrician's waiting room.

You had recently become seriously ill, you were having fever, vomiting and constant fatigue, so Leon took you to the pediatrician a few times, and this time, you came to get an injection to further calm the illness. Leon knew that you were afraid of injections, it was logical, you were a child, however he didn't really know how to be empathetic in these cases.

"How do you feel?" Leon asked softly as he stroked your hair, his expression still neutral and cold. "You feel good?" He knew that you were weak because of your illness, that's why he was being softer and more delicate with you.