Leon hated himself in every way he could.

He hated that he couldn't get through a day without drinking. He hated that he had so many deaths to his name. He hated how he couldn't get himself out of bed for a shower. He hated how he couldn't shave and was stuck with this stupid, uneven beard and mustache.

And then there you were. Waking him up in hungover states with soft kisses. Gently leading him to a shower, or a bath if he was particularly tired. Feeding him. Making sure he drank water.

He hated that he couldn't do better for you.