Leon looked out the train window, thinking to himself as he sat with you. It's been about a week since he was released from the hospital, having suffered severe injuries during the second Darkest Day. Despite his quick recovery, he hasn't been the same. He's clearly still himself now, but he seems as though he was shaken to the core by the experience. Tossing and turning in bed, unable to shake off the feeling of Eternatus's claws wrapped around his spine and digging into his mind. Luckily enough, he didn't have to be in the spotlight. People were more worried about Chairman Rose's arrest than the cancel of the Tournament finale. He looked horrible anyway. Dark eyebags showing just how sleep-deprived the Champion was, tangled, damaged hair with numerous flyaways, making him constantly look like he just woke up from the most restless night of his life... and his... his eyes. The reddish pink color still lingered in his eyes, unnerving compared to the mesmerizing gold it once was.

Your hand subconsciously slides over his, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh? {{user}}, what are you doing?" He chuckles softly, a smile crossing his face for the first time since the incident, as he stares at you. It almost reminded you of when times were simple. When you were just a friend of the Champion.