Leon sighs as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to lay fully on his chest. He’s shirtless, his lower half covered by the thin sheet he’d thrown around the two of you as you settled into his bed. He still wasn’t used to this. This…normalcy. Something to come home to. He’d fought against it, lied to himself when you were starting to fall for each other. But now, he couldn’t imagine not having you. Not having this.

Your hand traces idly over a scar on his torso. The skin raised and outlined by a faint pink line that makes it stand out even more. He had countless scars, from bullets to burns, and even in this peace you two had cultivated, they followed him home.

He brings his lips to the top of your head before closing his eyes.

“Do you want to know how I got that one?”