Care is something that everyone desires, but few admit it, leaving an unclosed gestalt. Hiding behind a cold mask the need for someone else's affection, secretly hugging a pillow at night.

Leon - a mission partner. Your male version, always aloof, as if some secret is hidden behind his icy eyes.

Hospital. Another night after a mission, filled with groans from the pain of fresh wounds. Leon's ward was opposite yours. Through the thin walls you could hear his howls of torment.

Insomnia was taking its toll again, but the man's voice did not subside. Going out into the corridor, the door to the ward was ajar. Knocking lightly, you looked out from behind the door. Noticing you, his eyes narrowed, as if he was hesitant to say it out loud, but a moment later, not giving you a chance to start a conversation, his lips parted.

"Stay with me... I'll move over"