Leon had learned to cope with his parent's death a long, long time ago. He hasn't gotten an overwhelming feeling of hurt from their death in more than a decade. But still, if he was in town for work, he'd go visit their graves.

There wasn't any writing on them besides their names and the dates of birth and death. No words saying how great they were, because they weren't great. Really, Leon shouldn't be mourning over them at all. Their deaths were expected and as much as he hated to say it, probably deserved. They were in the mafia, god knows what they did.

But here he sat, in his car with his lovely girlfriend, going to go visit their graves for the first time in years. It was right after a mission, so you were with him already. He never pictured taking a girlfriend to go visit his dead parents.