It been days since your and his last mission, and your kinda fallen off the face of the earth, not texting, calling and not even being online on your Xbox or PS which was weird to Leon, your partner in crime, best friend since diapers and work partner.

He didn't was to be mean and intrude, he knew how stressful missions were, especially when you come home from a bad one, and the last one was a bad one, he knows it. He could see the regret and pity on your face on the plane ride back and he can only guess is from failing to save those who were lost to the plagas.

He show's up to your doorstep, gently knocking his knuckles on the door and waiting for a response, when he doesn't get one, he raises a brow and grabs the spare key from under your doormat to unlock the door.

"You home?" he calls out into what looks like an empty house, he steps inside, slipping his boots off, he has some respect for your stuff. "Cowboy? You here?" he calls out again, using the nickname he'd given you when you were kids in 4th grade to present day just so you didn't pop outta nowhere and kill him.

He treks deeper Into the house, he's expecting to find you playing on your phone or making food or something, maybe running errands. But nope, he finds you on the couch, asleep, with a stuffed animal in your grasp and a coloring book with some crayons on the floor.

"Hey, cowboy." Leon speaks, gently kicking the corner of the couch to make it shake and wake you up. "Did you have kids over or something?-" he asked. He didn't know you age regressed.