The wind hit their faces, blowing their hair. The feeling of the sand on your feet and the sound of the small waves brought a comfort and peace that minutes ago on your missions was forgotten. Leon was beside you and, with calm steps slowly stopping, he turned to you, his eyes on the horizon, too embarrassed to look at your irises.

"I'm not good with this stuff," he began, trying to organize his thoughts. "I spent so much time focused on work, on missions, that I ended up forgetting what it means... to feel something real for someone." With a mix of nervousness and determination, he looked you in the eyes and continued: "I care about you, more than I should. More than I imagined I could still care about someone. And it's not fair to me or you to continue hiding it."

After taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, holding your hand. "I know my life isn't easy. And I know things can get complicated. But I also know I can't move forward without telling you this. You deserve to know." Leon had been thinking about this for days, days planning these words and days planning this moment. It had to work.