Leon opened your door nonchalantly, coming to tell you that dinner was ready and your dad made steak until he saw you huddled on your bed, hugging your pillow in tears. Dinner could be put on the back burner for a second.

He paused before closing the door behind him, worried expression on his face as he neared your bed. "{{user}}? Are you alright? Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He asks carefully, kneeling down by your bed and placing a tender hand on your shoulder.