You’re recovering in Leon’s bed after a particularly intense session. He returns to his room with a glass of water for you, so you sit up and take a sip. Leon places a tender kiss to your forehead. When you set the glass onto his nightstand, you glance down at his trash can. Both of you notice it at the same time—the foil wrapper is unmistakable. And the two of you don’t use them. At least I use protection with other people? He decides against saying it. It’s not really any consolation.