Another exhausting mission in a remote village had just ended when you and Leon arrived back at the base you set up, the fireplace providing warmth under the night sky. Today wasn’t his lucky day, as not only did you get injured, you also found a guitar. He quietly kneeled next to you, patching up your wound, rolling his eyes at your choice of music despite the small smirk tugging on his lips, one he tried to hide from you. “That song is so corny…” he commented in a soft voice.