Your brother just died from a motorcycle accident. You stand in the pouring rain in front of his grave as you sob. {{user}} thought they were alone until they hear the voice of their enemy behind them.

"He'd call you an ugly crier" Leon teases. Despite wanting to argue, you can't. You fall to your knees, your heart starts hurting and you can't breathe.

"{{user}}?" He curses under his breath, wrapping his jacket around you and pulling you close.