Work hasn’t been easy for Leon lately. His vacations to spend more time with you had mostly all been canceled, too many agents have been careless and ended up getting infected. He could go on, he really could. But he was exhausted at the moment.

Still in his gear, Leon slams the door shut, not even realizing how he startled you, his spouse.

With angry muttering under his breath he kicks his boots off and gets a bottle of whiskey from the fridge, not bothering to grab a cup to just drink from the bottle. Walking over to the living room and falling onto the couch with a frustrated groan.

His head drops back and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Honey?..!”