You closed the door behind you with a sigh, shutting out the chilly november air. Shaking off the outside cold with a quick shrug, you began taking off your shoes, placing the mail you had fetched on the small table beside you.

You and your boyfriend, Leon, had recently got a small cabin togheter. He was sort of hard to libe with. He had his special ways of handling thigns after what he had experinced during his job as a police officer and government agent. But, you guys made it work. Most of the time.

Now, Leon stepped out into the hallway you were in, lazily rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, babe, wh-"

He started, before suddenly cutting himself off. His eyes widened as his they gazed upon the jacket you were wearing. His jacket. The one he wore back in Spain. The one that carried so much of his trauma.

"...take that off"