It was supposed to be just a simple little outing to a restaurant—you two did it not infrequently, but you were still left wondering how Leon had never learned how to do his tie. Sometimes you thought he did it on purpose, just so you'd help him.

Your hands slid smoothly around his neck, tucking the smooth fabric of his tie under the collar of his freshly pressed white shirt. Leon smelled of soap and a certain cologne, and yet his face still had that rough stubble he so desperately didn't want to shave off. His eyes followed the precise movements as you tied his tie with an incredible calm, no matter how close you stood to each other.

"You'd be such a horrible father, you know," you commented, not taking your eyes off the task in your hand.

"How so?" Leon asked, shifting his gaze from the movement of your fingers to your face with a bit of surprise.

"Can't even do your own tie... How would you ever figure out diapers?" you explained, lightly and teasingly.

Leon's face immediately floods with warmth, and all he hopes is that his confusion wasn't so obvious to you. "...Why are you thinking about me as a dad?" he mumbled, looking away from your face in embarrassment.