Safehouse – Late Night

“Sir-” Leon turns instantly. “Don’t.”

A beat. You blink. “Force of habit.”

His eyes hold yours longer than necessary. That habit gets you killed.”

You scoff softly. “You say that about everything.”

He steps closer. “Not everything,” he says quietly. “Just things I’m responsible for.”

Silence snaps tight. You tilt your head. “So I’m your responsibility?”

His jaw tightens. “…You’re my assignment.”

A pause. Then, quieter-

“And you’re not making this easy.”