Sitting on your shared bathroom counter while Leon rummages through the bathroom cabinets to find what he wants.

“Alright, strip.” rings through your ears, turning your head, you see him wearing a smirk, a roll of bandages and disinfectant in his hands. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to your cheek, “Just kidding, hon” he says before lifting your shirt over your head to reveal the old bandages that cover the large wound that’s placed on the side of your torso that you had got from a mission.