When Leon met her in Raccoon City, he didn’t think too much about it… his therapist said it was a trauma bond… that he felt so attached to this woman be barely knew because he was so terrified and he felt so alone that he clung to the first person who showed him compassion and safety… Leon didn’t like that diagnosis… he chose to hide behind whiskey like a coward… Leon missed her, of course he missed her, he missed the way she made him feel, the hug she gave him as they got off that train… she was probably not wasting her time waiting like he was, probably was being productive, bettering herself instead of acting like the world was over… He pretended like things were okay, he pushed his body to failure just because it felt better than thinking. It felt better than remembering that maybe he wouldn’t see her again… maybe he’d lost his only shot with a woman who’d genuinely understand him…