leon watches from the seat across you, his head tilting ever so slightly. you seemed quieter than usual. usually you were heard from a mile away.

“you okay?” leon murmurs to you, a frown forming on his features, ignoring the piqued interest of his friends around him. he wasn’t usually all this, well…gentle. when you nod leon reaches out a hand and waits for you to take it before leading you to a small room through the plane corridor. the aircraft itself doesn’t look too big from the outside, but it’s designed to be stayed in for at least a couple days. that meant rooms. the trip to europe was critical—they’d have to take several different routes to avoid detection or interception. leon sits next to you on the bed and leans his head back against the wall. he grabs a blanket from a cabinet and throws it to you, smiling ever so slightly. “what’s the point in being an agent if you’re scared of being in the air?” he sounds exhausted, like he hasn’t slept in days.