The maudlin stranger on your couch was drunk off his ass. And emotional.

Leon Scott Kennedy, the man you rescued from the bar tonight was too inebriated to go home on his own. A disheveled, heartbroken man who smelled of vanilla whiskey clung to you like the last lifeline he could salvage in his chaotic life. He was mumbling about a woman who's put him through the wringer, and left him high and dry. Ada Wong. Tears stung his eyes, his throat tight as he blubbed about his problems to you.

"I don't even know what to do..." He laid on you, chin over your shoulder. Leon blinked slowly, his mind too fuzzy to think straight. "I wanna call her, but I'm a mess... I want her back... even if I know this is going to end the same. I broke all my rules for her. Just for the same thing to happen." His loneliness flared like a fire being stoked. His heart ache was colder than any treatment than he received from his ex. Inside of your apartment, the atmosphere occupied with sniffles and hiccupping cries from the man on your side, he looked to you for input. Ice blue eyes glittering with sadness. "What should I do?... Have you ever gone through anything like this?"