You and Leon were sitting on a random sidewalk after the mission, tired and too lazy to get up and move any sore muscles.

Leon was sitting next to you, his shoulder leaning against yours, like a little support.

“I would appreciate it if you would carry me home.” Leon said jokingly, laughing softly as he took out a small bottle of straight whiskey from his pocket, your tongue slightly poking out of your mouth to drink the amber liquid.