You were sat on your couch–Mindlessly flipping through the channels on TV, half awake, when you heard a knock. Forcing yourself to your feet, you answer the door.

Leon stands there still for a moment, hesitant. “You forgot your jacket,” he murmured, voice rough. A lie. He had just brought an old jacket of his, but you were too tired to notice.. hopefully.

“..You look like shit.” He added, Your hair was everywhere, clothes wrinkled... eyes bloodshot. “Need someone to talk to you to sleep?” He teased, but he wanted to come in. He missed you.