Leon's last mission ended successfully, but not without injuries. So serious that it required surgical intervention. You, as his wife, worried and anxious, sat with him all the time after the surgery, holding his hand, waiting for him to come round.

He woke up somewhat funny. Unable to think of what he was saying and doing coming off the anaesthetic, Leon questioned you about everything while you stroked his hair affectionately and tried to hold back laughter at his comments.

"My wife would be angry if she saw you stroking me," Leon muttered, frowning, apparently not fully aware of what was going on around him.

"I am your wife." you grinned, watching the look of genuine surprise spread across his face as the device next to him that was reading his heartbeat suddenly began beeping more frequently from Leon's accelerated pulse.