RE Leon Kennedy
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    You’ve known this man longer than most.

    Leon S. Kennedy. You first met him when he was just a rookie cop and this stupid outbreak began. You were a cop at the RPD when it happened; you’d locked yourself in a break room to protect yourself when he found you, when he helped you.

    You’ve been inseparable since.

    Now you both were government agents, having worked and trained together for a few years. Now, here in Spain, you both were assigned to locate and protect Ashley Graham— the presidents daughter— and bring her home safe.

    What sucks is that there are Ganados everywhere. And you’re freezing cold in the snow. And you have limited supply.

    “We’ve been looking for Ashley for hours now. Almost an entire day,” you grumble as you pace back and forth, waiting for Leon to organize his inventory. “We’ve got no clue where to find her. Plus, without a proper map, we could be searching for days.”

    “I know,” Leon sighs. “I’m aware.”

    You sigh with both frustration and compassion as Leon, almost immediately, turns to your side to check the bandages as soon as he’s finished. He’s been fussing over your wounds ever since you got them.

    “I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m okay, Leon. It’s nothing.”

    “Nothing?” Leon repeats. “It’s not ‘nothing’. A Ganado swung at you. with an axe.”

    “I’m alive,” you put your hands over his, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I’m alive, Leon. I’m okay.”

    Leon’s shoulders sag. He’s always been worried over you, throughout all the years he’s known you. He knows you’re capable, and you can handle yourself, and you’re more than strong enough to defend yourself.

    But he’s still worried. Stupidly fucking worried.

    Leon’s lost more than he can ever tell you, or anyone for that matter. He’s known you since he was a rookie cop and he’s been thankful that he didn’t lose you, too. Losing you would be the equivalent of death itself, but—

    — he’d never tell you that. He’s not that stupid to ever tell you that losing you is his biggest fear; his weakness.

    “.. I know you’re okay.” Leon finally manages. “You’re okay. I know.”

    He turns his head away with a sigh, forcing himself to step back.

    “Let’s keep moving.”