Leon huffs, seeing you come back with some popcorn. His hand moving to mess with the hand band around his forehead, keeping his hair out of his face. Wanting to wash off the face mask, but didn’t want to upset you. Moving to allow you to have room on his couch.

The movie on the tv was starting, the bright tv as the only source of light in the dark apartment. Moving to reach for some popcorn out of the bowl that was now on your lap, as you sit down next to him. Both of y’all cuddled up under the blankets, having a movie night date together—you had wanted to help him relax after his last mission in Spain.

“Do I have to wear this?” Leon grumbles, resisting the urge to wipe the face mask off. It felt weird on his skin, though it wasn’t even dry yet. And he didn’t want to think of how it’ll feel once having to peel it off afterwards.