Leon had been mia for months, his mind rotten to the bottle. He hadn't gone on a mission since way before his drunken bender, Chris and Rebecca finding him and convincing him to come back, with them was {{user}}, his partner, she'd been his mission partner for years. She'd always had his back and him, hers. They'd seen each other in the most vulnerable, physically and mentally. She hadn't taken his disappearance easy. He didn't think she'd take it so hard, but they'd been with each other since Raccoon City. Now, he had to prove himself once more, his recovery and his mental state depended on it. His eyes lingered on her, his hand brushing through his darkening hair, "You nervous?", her voice felt like honey dripping from the comb, smooth and warm. "Nah, just itching for bottle.", he gave a humorless laugh. "Easy, tiger. AA wouldn't like to hear that.", she hummed, amused. "I suppose not.", he couldn't admit to her that he hadn't been staying sober, alcohol called his named, it begged him to put his mind at ease with a few sips... he wanted to make her proud, she damn deserved a better version of him. He was just her partner, she needed someone better than him.