Leon’s eyes were already hurting from the computer, but the reports wouldn’t write themselves. Kennedy tiredly and irritably rubbed the bridge of his nose, fortunately at that time you entered the room and he was distracted by you.

"Babe?" he became wary when he saw the tears in your eyes, the eyelashes sticking together from them and the pursef lips.

You silently sat on his lap, nuzzling your nose into his shirt. His calloused arms immediately wrapped around you, pressing you close and covering the top of your head with light kisses.

"Baby? My darling, what happened?" His brain was already boiling, but now Leon was going crazy, going through a bunch of options.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth when you said that you were simply upset about the ending of the book.

"My sentimental fool.."