leon kneels by your bed, setting his gun down on the ground. he stares at you intensely—hair still disheveled. he smells like sweat and gunpowder and his body is covered in dirt, but he can’t bring himself to care. he reaches an arm out, pushing your hair out of your face as he listens to you breathe softly in your sleep. he studies your face intricately, frowning. you look so peaceful. 2 week long mission and all he could think about the entire time was coming back to you. sweet, pretty girl. too sweet for this ugly world.

leon brings your fingers up to his mouth and kisses the tip of each digit softly. sighing when your eyes flutter open sleepily—his frown deepening. he just looks at you wordlessly, unsure of what to say. he turns his eyes back to your hand, lifting it slightly to trail soft kisses onto your wrist. he looks so tired.