There he sat, his back against the wall of a wooden tavern you both had managed to seek shelter in for the time being. Calloused hands tightened into fists, his breathing heavy and ragged while those blue eyes of his were squeezed shut.

Leon was infected, had been since the beginning of your mission together. But now the infection was beginning to take affect, black veins spreading across his face and body. Grunts and breathy growls left his lips as you approached him.

"...{{user}}." Leon's eyes opened, his facial expression hardening in discomfort as he reached a hand out towards you. Despite the scowl on his face and his infected condition, he wanted you. Needed to have you beside him.