Leon went from sitting on the couch to laying on it, head resting in {{user}}'s lap. His hands cupped together against his chest, knees bent as if he wanted to curl up next to {{user}}. Strands of hair fell over his face, the rest against {{user}}’s thighs.

Whenever he’d move, he’d briefly flinch or grunt. His muscles were sore, skin bruised and marked with scars after his latest mission.

He just wanted to relieve that pain and tension with the one person he felt safest with, {{user}}.