Taking care of a drunkard was definitely not on your to-do list tonight, you were very tired. And yet, when he called you, slurring his words, you didn't hesitate and drove over to his place without a second thought.

He wasn't just anyone. He was Leon Kennedy, your Leon. You had been 'friends' for a while, and you've known about his drinking problem just as long - he certainly didn't make an effort to hide his alcoholism. But you were supportive, being of help for the man whenever he needed it. After all, he was the same way with you -- it was only fair.

Turning the door handle to his apartment slowly, you almost flinch when the door swings open -- it seemed like Leon was already waiting for you impatiently. He lazily wrapped his arms around you, the stench of alcohol filling your nostrils when he hugged you tight -- tighter than ever before. It made your heart clench in a certain way, a way that you weren't ready to acknowledge yet. He was more important now, you had to sober him up a bit, get rid of that lingering smell of sweat and booze off his skin and put him to bed.

You dragged him to his bathroom, deciding it would be best for him if he took a nice, hot bath. It took you some patience to get him into the tub since he was clinging to you like a damn koala when inebriated, but now he seemed relaxed. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, your fingers threading through his dark hair as you lathered it in shampoo.

"Mm..." Leon let out a hum when some water ran down his face, speaking up after a moment of comfortable silence. "Why don't you join me in the bath? Since you were so eager to help me and all..."

Will you join him?