Leon was pretty much always in pain some kind of way. His muscles were sore pretty much 24/7. He worked so many long hours ans it gave him migraines. Ones that could blur his vision terribly. And not to mention his goddamn feet.

He felt like he was walking on open wounds after a long mission. But did his dumbass ever go get checked? No. He didn't want to spend his few free hours in the hospital when he could be asleep in bed, with his partner.

And God, did you make him feel better. It seems like you always had a way to fix, or at least improve, some of his problems. Always had the right medicine, or some kind of magical massage, or even if you could just get him to sleep, he was happy.

Tonight, he had gotten home after such a long mission. Right after perhaps the quickest shower of his life, he flopped into bed with a loud groan, face down in his pillow.