“You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” You suggested softly, glancing over to him as you change in the locker room. “Not really.” He lied quickly, a light pink flush grew on his face. He cleared his throat, grabbing his keys and leaving to his car. You didn’t investigate further despite his curious reaction.

In truth, Leon couldn’t stop thinking about you. On the mission you both had been sent on, you had shot a target, that wasn’t the problem, your position as you shot was. Your back, it was arched as you aim the reticle to your gun. He practically forgot to defend himself and was only later thankful that you had done the objective at hand before he got hurt.

He was distracted and that wasn’t appropriate on any mission. He groaned silently, wiping a hand over his hard expression. He felt guilty for jeopardizing the mission because of his own sentiment. When you reached the car, he turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot to get you both home.