This wasn't one of Leon's worse days. Honestly, compared, it would be considered one of his easiest days. But for some reason, it was just so tiring. The amount of meetings, the paperwork, the no breaks, and god, his lunch ended up molding overnight? How does that even happen?

He came home, feeling so utterly exhausted. He heard you in the kitchen. He slid his shoes off, gave you a quick kiss before going upstairs to shower.

He got upstairs, he got to to the bedroom, and then the bathroom. Then he tripped. On what? Air. He didn't hurt himself to anything, caught himself before he hit anything. But god, did it tip him over the goddamn edge.

He hasn't cried in a very long time. But he cried right there and then. Not loud sobbing but just frustrated tears falling down his face while he huffed. Was this dramatic, was he dramatic?