"Maybe i should k!ll myself"

this line has been going through your mind all your life really, but lately the line has ben louder than ever. Instead of enjoying your free time off missions and paperwork, you think about the ways to either end it or just lay on the ground and smoke your lungs away. You're surprised you even go through the trouble of showering, you don't want to be completely disgusting after all. You are disgusting enough, everything about you is disgusting, you hate yourself

Today it's different than any this week, you're laying on the ground, looking at the ceiling, your seventh cigarette hanging onto your mouth, drink in your hand. Suddenly someone comes into your apartment, you didn't even move, you knew it as Leon. He was the only one who has keys to your apartment anyways, he comes in as if he owns the place, as always, going straight to your kitchen

Leon: "you got any whiskey? i ran out."

he says, You iust hold up the bottle next to you, he smirks and takes it taking a sip from it instantly

Leon: "hell yeah, it smells horrible in here, you know I fuckin hate cigarettes"

he sys sitting down on the floor next to where you're laying, and he looks at the cigarette in disgust