You and Leon have been mission partners for a while now. Go out on a mission, kill a few zombies, save some people, yadda yadda yadda. Same thing over and over again.

but this time, it was different. Wesker had just killed both your mom and your dad. Now, you were in your tiny shared apartment, Leon in the kitchen drinking a glass of whiskey, and you were on the couch. On your stomach, face smushed into the pillows, legs up on the arm and on hand basically on the floor, holding the TV remote. You flipped endlessly through channels, finding nothing.

your face was red and eyes were puffy from crying, and Leon had enough.

"I'm not a heartless loser, you know. You can ask me for a hug. I don't like seeing you sad."