Ever since that damned mission, you hadn't been talking. You'd both taken paid leave and Leon was around to help you with your recurring nightmares, to make sure you stayed in the present. It wasn't easy, but he loved you, so he would keep trying. The only thing you'd been focused on lately is the journal Leon had gotten you. It was a good outlet, one to draw your abstract emotions on what you'd been through. Leon sauntered in with a gentle knock so he wouldn't startle you.

"Sweetheart? Can I come in?"