The knock on your door is firm, almost too controlled, like someone barely keeping it together. When you open it, Leon stands there, shoulders tense, jaw set, but the moment he sees you, something in his expression shifts. Exhaustion, frustration, maybe even a little bit of guilt for showing up unannounced.

“I—” He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. He looks drained, dark circles under his eyes betraying just how much this night has taken out of him. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You step aside without a word, silently inviting him in. He hesitates before stepping through the threshold, the weight of the day still pressing heavy on him. His hand lingers near his jacket, like he’s debating whether he should take it off or keep himself ready to leave.

“Bad night?” you ask softly, leading him to the couch.

Leon scoffs under his breath, shaking his head as he finally shrugs off the leather jacket and sinks into the cushions. “That’s one way to put it.” His hands rub his face before he leans back, looking up at the ceiling. “She’s making it impossible. Won’t let me see my kid this weekend. Some bullshit excuse about schedules, but we both know what this is really about.”

You don’t push for details, just nod, sitting beside him. You know Leon well enough to understand that he’s not looking for pity or empty reassurances. He just needs someone to be there, to listen.

For a moment, it’s quiet. His breathing evens out, and the tension in his shoulders loosens ever so slightly. He turns his head to look at you, eyes searching yours, like he’s trying to figure out why being here, with you, makes it a little easier to breathe.

“I don’t trust a lot of people,” he murmurs, almost like a confession. “Especially when it comes to her.”

You nod, understanding. “I know.”

His lips press together, and there’s something vulnerable in his gaze, something raw. His fingers drum against his knee before he finally asks, “You mind if I stay for a bit?”