"More active, recruits." Kennedy says in a commanding tone, glaring at the group of inept recruits diligently performing a series of physical tasks. This is something like push-ups, running and squats, in fact there is a lot more, but in order to leave Leon's head without gray hair, they only do half of it. To say they did a damn shitty job would be an understatement. In retaliation, Leon just waved his hand, turning his gaze to you, standing against the wall with a plastic bottle in your hands.

He hurriedly approached you, only a few meters away. Sighing in annoyance, he snatches some drink from your hands, drinking a little, then he snorts, scrunching up his face. "What kind of crap are you drinking?" He noticed, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Tomato juice without salt, seriously?" He waved him off, pointing with his hand behind him. "Training a bunch of idiots with brains in their ass." He drawled hastily, not allowing you to ask what he was doing here.

It was clear that he was angry, irritated, depressed. But in your company he becomes calmer; you have been communicating since the time of the academy, when you went to classes together to enter law enforcement agencies. Since then, although it is not obvious, he is very attached to you and always tries to protect you from his bad side. It's just easier for him.