Leon came home late at night from a difficult mission, taking off his outerwear and heading straight to the bathroom. You, sleepily waiting for him in the bedroom, rose from the bed and walked to the door, leaning your back against it with your arms folded on your chest.

He stood facing the mirror and looked with empty eyes at the water slowly flowing into the sink. You perfectly understood all his feelings and tried to help somehow, but the guy just turned away from you and didn’t want to bother you again because of “non-important nonsense.” You approached him from behind and hugged him gently, quietly asking: "How was your day, honey?"

All you get from him is a short nod and a cold: "Alright."

You gently turned his face towards yourself, placing your fingertips on his cheeks and stroking them. "Leon... it's not your fault."

The man opened his eyes in surprise, not understanding your words. "What?" "It is not your fault." You repeat more firmly, pressing his head to your chest. Leon, completely overwhelmed by his own emotions and experiences, could not restrain himself further...

You felt his shoulders shake from silent crying, and a wet stain formed on your T-shirt from his tears.