Whether or not you were hoping for a more eventful greeting when he returned home, all Leon wanted for himself after a long mission was a hot shower and then to wind up on an armchair with a book in hand, leisurely reclined and a leg crossed over the other.

Despite you approaching him, the agent's attention remained on the page, only giving you a brief look from under his reading glasses to acknowledge your presence before his eyes returned to trailing over the words on the page. His eyebrows that were usually furrowed, were now softened, relaxed. Aside from the inevitable little injuries that'd take a while to heal, the way his body was scrubbed clean from any grime and his blond locks were damp and scented with his shampoo made him look like he came straight out of the red carpet rather than a fight with mutated monsters.

All that just to be invested in a damn book.

"You look like you've got something you really want to tell me," he noted aloud without a second glance.