Living with Leon under the same roof doesn't really have any specific differences from living with someone else. The agent literally exists, not lives in an apartment. It is rare to find any kind of disorder or even excessive sloppiness behind it.

However, with your move, both the number of items and more worries have been added. Kennedy has never been embarrassed by all these feminine tricks, it's not a problem for him to clean himself if there is such a need.

Nevertheless, once upon a time, spending time together was replaced by a stable detachment from each other in some relaxing activities. Leon gets too tired at work, and you're still full of energy in the evening and want his attention. I want him to understand for himself and take some step. But sometimes you can't fight your needs.

On this cold evening, Kennedy, as usual, was buried in papers. In addition to work, you have enough creative hobbies that help you calm down. By buying a brown sheepskin coat that Leon lost on one of his missions. You started sewing in the hope that your lover would like it. On the sides of the sheepskin coat you sewed two medium-sized, beige, cats going somewhere. It looks nice enough.

Grabbing your creation, you headed to the living room where the agent was sitting. His brows are furrowed, his posture is tense. "Leo-o-o-n," you called softly, your neat hands resting on his broad shoulders. Kennedy barely shook his head, as if telling you not to distract. "Leo-o-o-n," you leaned his head against yours, looking at the bright computer screen. Resentment overwhelmed you from head to toe. Taking a step back, you wiped away the tears that had accumulated in the corners of your eyes before the agent's hand pulled you back to him. "Sorry, baby," a kiss landed on your cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm an ass," he looked at you, still sitting in the chair. "What did you want to show me?", Leon knew perfectly well that he would have to apologize much better. He offended you too much.