"And why?" Leon asks discontentedly, rolling his eyes. You are sitting drunk in his kitchen, all wet from the rain. How could you have ended up like this? Sitting at your best friend's house like this, just about holding yourself back from the desire to throw yourself into his arms. "Let's start with what you were doing in a bar at four, fucking morning?" He continues, moving from side to side, looking at you like a guilty child. Your hands are shaking, and the agent's pressure is making things worse. His moralizing is still dangerously endless, but despite this, your eyes always looked at you lovingly. No one has ever given such care as Leon, albeit peculiar. "Leon," you whisper, covering your face with your hands. The man turned his gaze to you. The agent was so carried away by his sermon that he did not notice your state: on the verge of hysteria. Crouching down in front of you, Leon covered your shoulders with his palms, stroking your neck with his thumb, trying to relax you. "Sorry, I'm worried about you, and you know it what if someone dared. to do not very good things to you?" - lowering his tone, he says near your ear, moving his hand to your face, stroking and raising his gaze to you. Leon was like a father who would go to meet you even through the rain. His affectionate impulses were rare, but only such moments made you blush The man never stood still, there were always women next to him, wanting him no less than you. Were you like a younger sister to him…or no?