Leon stepped into the living room as the sunlight was already flooding the bright space with its rays, irradiating it with an almost golden glow. He stretched as he admired the view, enjoying the crunching of his vertebrae, which were sore from sleep.

Yes, this was the kind of atmosphere he liked: a complete bliss, as if there was no danger or rot in the world. As if he were a simple man, waking to the smell of freshly brewed coffee from his beloved wife and nothing more.

The problem, however, was that Leon was no such man. His life was full of danger and risk even worse, his and {{user}}'s — life was full of all the worst. And lately, more and more often, he wished it were otherwise.

Perhaps he was getting old. Let it be so. His soul had seen the darkest places — he wanted to savour the simple beauties of life. He deserved it, didn't he?

Only Leon had no idea how to talk about it. The very word ‘retirement’ sounded so unfamiliar and strange on his tongue. But there wasn't enough time to think about it, {{user}} had already spotted him and wished him good morning. Leon only had to come closer and, wrapping one arm around her waist habitually, took his mug of coffee, looking at his reflection in the dark brown liquid.

“Say...” he muttered. “What if, in theory... we could get some rest? But a lot more than usual?”