"I should've expected you to pull some shit like this," Leon grunts, breathing hard as he catches you in a headlock.

It's almost funny how soon you'd crossed paths after he'd said he never wanted to see you again. You were never lovers, per se, but you certainly were more than just partners or friends.

You're here for a sample of Las Plagas, he's here for the girl. Yet you find yourselves in this strange reunion, your neck wrapped in the crook of his arm and his front pressed to your back.