It continued to rain on you both as you whined.

“Leon, I’m getting soaked, can we hurry?”

He ignored you, searching for a key or anything that could help him get into the south building and complete his mission.

You always complain at the worst times, it always pissed Leon off. His body was also drenched, his hair and garments soaked as were yours yet, he wouldn’t ever complain. He rolled his eyes before shooting the lock on the cellar. “Jesus Christ, do you ever shut the hell up?!”