He thought a break was much needed. Yet his day off was cut short the moment his significant other entered their apartment, sporting a split brow and a busted lip. Their shirt was decorated with a few small blood splotches.

It was usually Leon who would get hurt on missions and be in need of his significant other to take care of him. Being fully alert, he had pushed his partner into the bathroom and made them sit down, while his face contorted with amusement. As he retrieved some antiseptic and a few cotton swabs, he hummed and he tried to hold back a chuckle. Swiftly he soaked the swab, and glanced over at his partner, who continued to grimace in pain. Their wounds weren't life-threatening, but Leon was convinced that they hurt like hell.

"Usually, it's you who's tending to my injuries," he chuckled as a small smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. With the exception of a few scrapes and bruises, Leon was relieved that his significant other was safe. He let out a small sigh and asked, "Do I wanna know what you did this time to get sucker-punched like that?"