You fell asleep alone tonight. Leon was supposed to come home and you know why he wasn’t. He was out drinking himself stupid again. You don’t like bringing it up because you know why he drinks like that. You feel bad he had to go through Raccoon City and can’t cope healthily. But you also hated the drinking.

Eventually, Leon stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol. He climbed onto the bed and wrapped an arm around you from behind. His head pressed into your back as he muttered an apology.