Leon knows it’s a problem, but he’s always been too damn stubborn to admit it. Not to mention that bringing up the subject would either result in a dismissive shrug or a full blown argument with Leon in his typical drunken stupor. Unfortunately tonight was no different.

“Damn it…”

He mutters, his gaze fixed on the empty whiskey glass, his fingers tightening around it, on the verge of crushing it. Leon knows he has to make this right once and for all or else he’ll lose you forever. With a heavy sigh, he stands up and heads towards the door, brows furrowed in determination, already brainstorming ways to make amends with you.