A calloused hand gently ran through your hair, quietly uttering comforting words. Drinking was a way to forget for a few hours, to get rid of your inner demons. And you both suffered from it, equally. Once every few weeks, in turns, a message would come on your phone "come", and each of you understood what it meant. You came, picking him up from the bar, carefully holding Leon by the shoulder, walking him to the car, taking him home. He came, picked you up from the pub, almost carrying you in his arms, he walked you home. This time, it was your turn to drink until you passed out. Leon did not condemn, no, he understood, because he also suffered from this, unable to get rid of this addiction, which gave a fleeting feeling of freedom. "Calm down... Sleep, I'm here." A man's hand gently patted the top of your head, pressing your body a little closer, feeling how your grip on him became a little stronger. Your legs were intertwined, your bodies covered with a blanket, but despite the strong smell of alcohol and fumes coming from you, Leon liked just being close, sharing that calm silence.