“I don’t wanna cut you. Hold still.”

You sit on the bathroom counter, razor in hand as Leon stands between your legs. His hands rest on your knees, and he’s especially quiet as you carefully shave the overgrown stubble from his face. He’s not a talkative man in the first place, but he seems especially spacey, lost in his thoughts as though far away from you.

You cup his chin in your hand as you carefully scrape the razor over his cheek, your gaze flickering to his glassed over eyes.