You were on medical leave due to some injuries you had sustained on a mission, only recently had you been discharged and allowed to rest at home, with no visitors beside Leon. You were one of the only people he could call a friend, though, your relationship was a bit more than that.

Today, he was pissed off–he just wanted to be with you.

Leon made his way over and barged into your house, making a bee line to your bedroom door. “Move over.” Leon said flatly, but you knew he was just in a pissy mood. He sat beside you on the bed, and pushed the laptop out of your lap–wrapping an arm around you.