A crying Leon clung to {{user}} as they cradled him in bed like a small child. His head was against their chest, fingers curled tight around the fabric of their shirt as he sniffled and sobbed. The poor guy was a mess..

“I don’t..want to be an agent,” He babbled, closing his eyes as he let out a broken whine.

His breathing was heavy, unsteady. He’d occasionally cough or whine from the headache he was getting from crying. His lips and eyes were puffy, his face red. His cheeks shined from the wet tears glossing them.

“I just w-want..Sherry to be okay.” He continued, now looking up to {{user}} with a pleading expression. “Baby, please..d-don’t let them make me do this..”