Leon does not often feel guilty. Well, that’s a lie—he feels guilty about a lot of things, but they’re personal things that he believes would be redundant to divulge to you. Leon feels guilty about things such as not saving as many people as he wished he could’ve when he was younger, feels guilty that he doesn’t really keep in touch with some people as much as he’d like to.

When it comes to you, though, he seldom harbors any guilt. That’s because Leon likes to think that he treats you well. He wakes you up in time so that you can get to wherever it is you need to be for the day, he… oh, you know! He does all that a 51-year-old man can do for a little lady your age. That means he does a lot. Trust him.

With the way you’re currently crying, however, Leon wagers that this might be one of the rare times he’s feeling a little bad.

Now, while he’d argue—and he currently is—that this entire predicament was not his fault, he could agree that letting his irritation show was not a good idea. It’s really not his fault, though, he insists!

It’s just that you’d been acting so juvenile this entire day, whining about how he hasn’t been home all that often lately. A man has his responsibilities, you know? A man like Leon is certainly no exception—you know this good and well.

Thus, here you two stand: in your shared—technically the apartment’s in his name—home with you sniveling and hiccuping from Leon being sliiightly sharp-tongued with you.

“Come on, honey.” Leon groans, his thumb and forefinger pulling at the corners of his eyes. He silently wonders if the crow’s feet around them are a result of aging or if they’d been brought on from his time with you.

“You really— oh, you know I didn’t mean to say it like that. You know I wouldn’t choose to be gone for that long for no good reason, hm? C’mon, look at me. Look at Leon, baby.”