Leon spent almost the entire morning and afternoon locked inside his home office, taking care of reports and mission stuff. His desk with piles of papers and confidential information. He's tired, he doesn't even know how many cups of coffee he's had so far. But they barely had any effect now. It got to the point where he slept, resting his elbow on the desk and supporting his cheek in the palm of his hand. His glasses, still on his face. Leon doesn't even know how he managed to sleep so peacefully and calmly, dreaming about what he wants most at the moment; Vacation. Though he wanted it to be real, not a dream. Then {{user}} knocked softly on the door, but there was no answer, so they quietly entered. Only being greeted by Leon with his board back to them, sitting in the chair, sleeping soundly. Just from that, they already have an idea of how tired he is.