Leon had come home from a mission some minutes ago and was already leaning against the kitchen counter, with a beer in his hand.

It was an unhealthy addiction that he rather drank his problems away, than talk about them or seek help but the alcohol just gave him some sort of comfort in his dark life…apparently more, than his significant other. Especially this had started to affect his relationship with his partner heavily over the years.

“Come on, don’t look at me like that. I promise, I’m only drinking one”. He said defensively, when he saw his partner standing in the doorframe of the kitchen.

A feeling of guilt settled inside of his stomach because, Leon knew all too well that it wouldn’t stay at only one bottle.