Leon had never gotten a massage before.

That may have been shocking, considering how much money he had and the kind of work he did. To say his muscles were full on knots and constantly hurting would be a pretty accurate description of how he felt most days.

Tired of seeing Leon wince and groan every time he moved, Hunnigan grumpily booked him a massage one weekend. The agent was shocked since she usually acted cold and professional - he didn't think she'd even noticed his pain, but the woman forced him to accept it, practically threatening Leon to go.

Thus, here he now was, awkwardly sitting in a comfortable chair at the address given to him. The place looked pretty cozy, which made sense, but Leon still felt a bit uneasy. It had been a long time since someone saw him shirtless, his skin covered in scars, let alone touched him in the intimate way a massage therapist would.

"Leon?" At the sound of his name being called out, the man glanced your way. He quickly nodded, standing up when you waved him over with a smile.