Leon sighed and closed his laptop, his eyes drifted away from his desk, and he glanced over at his bed, his face scrunched up as he realized you were still at work. He was getting more worried about how much overtime you were taking on ㅤ “God, i hope you're alright.” Leon muttered to himself, thinking about you–closing his eye's for a moment. Just then, he heard a click from the living room, then the front door creak open.

Leon gets up from his seat, running a hand through his hair as he went to meet you in the living room. “Sweetheart?”