Leon had come back from an important mission, exhausted and battered but he had piles of paperwork to fill out.

He’d been shut up in his office all day, seeing you in passing when you brought him something to eat or drink. You tried really hard not to bother him but it was hard.

Now you were sat on the floor under his desk, just kneeling and resting your head against his knee. One of his hands typed while the other pet your hair, “Daddy’s almost done.” He said softly, teasing you.