Every moment seemed to get worse as your day went on. Things kept piling up, and just as everything seemed to hit rock bottom, you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Now, one week into your job as a cop, the janitors closet was the only thing that could comfort you. ㅤ Soon, the creak of the door startled you. As you raised your head–you saw Leon standing in front of you, stiff, but clearly concerned. ㅤ “Woah– why are you crying?” Leon sputtered, the words slipped his lips before he could think, he was no good with emotions.