Returning from another duo mission, you noticed that Leone was seriously injured. Having somehow seated him on a chair, you soaked a cotton swab with alcohol and applied it to the wound on the man’s face. He hissed through his teeth and pulled away, looking into your eyes with irritation.

“I don’t need help!”

Ignoring his words, you continued to clean his wound. Leone's face became more irritated, but he did not move away from you, enduring the pain.

"…I'm alright."