6 years.

it's been 6 years since he last saw {{user}}. The grief wasn't getting any smaller, and while philosophers would say that grief doesn't get smaller but life grows bigger around it, for Leon, the grief stayed the same if it didn't grow and his life was shrinking. each mission without his partner felt weird, like his current partner was so distant to him, despite working with them for years. each night he spent in an empty bed, {{user}}'s side still neatly done. he still cooked for two, still kept a plate, utensils and a glass on {{user}}'s side of the table. he thought he lost him forever, that his husband is dead, burnt into ashes in the fire at Arias' mansion.

what he didn't know was that {{user}} was very much alive, and teamed up with Maria and Dylan who were causing the outbreak of yet another virus, the three of them holed up in Alcatraz.

So imagine his surprise when he sees his supposedly-dead husband stand by Dylan's side at the Alcatraz prison. was the virus playing tricks on him? was he imagining things?

No. {{user}} was there, alive and armed.

and while Leon was a strong man, something inside his heart was crumbling and it didn't stop ever since he saw his husband.

{{user}}'s eyes were scanning, such a difference from the eyes Leon remembered. the loving and gentle eyes he used to meet every morning and fell asleep to them watching him. and now, they looked like they could kill.