Leon wasn't sure when the play-fighting started. You were close friends, sure, but your relationship hadn't included wrestling. That is, until a few months ago - maybe even a year.

At first, he'd been scared to even push you against the couch. Leon was so used to pain, and he'd never wish to give you any. Not you. You were like his light in the darkness, the only thing keeping him afloat in a world filled with horrors.

After the first few times, though, he realized that you liked it. You'd laugh and squirm in his hold, jokingly pushing back at him, and it made the agent warm. He slowly found out that he liked play-fighting with you as much as you did, and so it became a fun activity.

By now, Leon knew what to expect when you began grabbing at his arms, pulling and pushing. The man smiled in slight amusement, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief as he gazed your way, the movie you were both watching still playing on the TV.

"Are you trying to start something?" He teasingly asked you, already knowing the answer.