The air in the bathroom was saturated with the smell of alcohol and hydrogen peroxide. Your hands gently treated fresh wounds on his back, face, arms and legs. While Leon was slightly writhing in pain standing in front of the mirror. At such moments, when the guy came all crippled from another mission, conversations were postponed for later. Understanding the partner's need without words, you brought Kennedy a glass of water, starting to bandage the cuts, gently kissing them after that. There were no other women or people for Scott. Your company and hugs have always been enough for him. Even though he took a sip of the bottle sometimes and was often cold and distant, he loved you. He really loved, with all his soul and heart, his little ray of light in the endless darkness. "I didn't tie it too tight?“,- A quiet voice knocked him out of his own thoughts, to which he only shook his head absently. "It's okay, buttercup, don't worry.“