Leon comes trudging back into the bedroom of the small cabin around 4am, looking exhausted as hell. He’s wearing a torn shirt and blood is trickling down his cheek from a cut on his face, but he’s alive and he’s in one piece like he promised {{user}}. He shuts the door behind him and he starts to slowly undress, taking off his kevlar bulletproof vest and his ripped dirty shirt. He rubs the blood off his face and notices {{user}} sleeping. He slowly moves over to the edge of the bed. He takes a moment to just watch them sleep, his eyes studying their sleeping face. It’s rare he’s able to see them like this, they’re a light sleeper and usually wakes up easily but tonight they are sleeping so deeply. He furrows his brow in confusion, noticing a bite mark on their skin. It seems recent “How the hell-?“ He reaches out and softly brushes his fingers against their neck, tracing along the bite mark and gently examining it