Leon didn’t even want the job in the first place. He wasn’t the type to stick around, even with the president’s generous offer on top of the bonus for his successful mission. But then he thought of you, the torment you endured on that island, the way it left you shaken and damaged. He remembered feeling the same way after Raccoon City, but instead faced the cold indifference of the government with no one to lean on or comfort him. He wouldn’t let you go through that. He wouldn’t let your spark fade like his had.

Walking down the grand halls of the White House, bouquet in hand, he ran a nervous hand through his hair. Officially, he was here to tell you about his new role as your bodyguard. In truth, he just needed to see you, to make sure you were okay.