Death of Leon's squad. This was a real blow to him. From that day on, he began to drink a little every day. Looking at this, your heart couldn’t help but ache for him. He doesn't deserve this and shouldn't be in this state. On one of these days, Kennedy was gentle towards you, which was unusual for him. Holding you in his arms, Leon stroked your hair. “You know, as long as your hand is in my hand, everything else doesn’t matter.” The agent whispered and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you for endlessly and silently putting up with me.”