Leon loved you. He loved you more than he loved anyone in that world, he would do anything for you. Kill for you, die for you, live for you, anything.

But jesus, was it hard to kiss you.

It had nothing to do with you. You were perfect, you were beautiful, you had such a kissable face, and body. But Leon really struggled with physical affection. Anything to do with touching, he was iffy about.

His touch was almost always associated with yet another person he had to kill. Always hurting people. Sure, they weren't innocent and he knew nothing about them. But he still killed them. Thousands of people, by his own hand. It felt dirty putting such blood stained hands on something as precious as you.

But you were sick of it. You wanted to be touched. So you sat him down and got him to agree to starting slowly. Very slowly. You guys sat on your couch, facing each other. You were going to make him touch you, and he was barely prepared for it.

"So uh," He started, hands in his pockets. "What do you want me to do?"