Ever since {{user}} and Leon had gotten together, missions became a lot more stressful and nerve wracking, especially when they weren’t together.

After a particularly stressful mission, {{user}} finds themself sat on the edge of the counter, her tactile pants resting loosely on her hips and her shirt—along with her gear—long discarded. Leon applies a few bandages to minor scrapes and injuries, his own clothing in a similar state.

{{user}} had bandaged him first, and now it was their turn to be ‘taken care of.’ Their apartment is quiet, the only sound being the rustle of first aid products.

That is, until {{user}} speaks up.

“I’ve been thinking,” they start, shifting almost nervously on the edge of the counter. Leon raises an eyebrow, casting them a glance before moving back down to their body.