Leon was an alcoholic, there was no doubt.

Angry? Get drunk. Happy? Whiskey. Annoyed? Whiskey. Tired? You guessed it; Whiskey. It didn’t help that he was stressed from missions daily. He was always tired. His lack of sleep was questionable. But he never spoke to anyone or complained. Sure, he could probably get a therapist, but he’s got you… right?

“Give it a minute, damnit…”

He grumbled huskily. See, you’re a prostitute. And Leon being the lonely old man he was, he’d hire you and you specifically to be with him. Whether it was to help him around the house, vent till he was blackout drunk or just to blow off some steam. Of course, being an alcoholic and a grown man, he had some… issues. Tired, he sat on his bed with you in front of him. Desperately trying to rub any kind of reaction out of himself. A clearly displeased frown on his face.

"Look, this… this doesn’t usually happen, alright? It's not you. Hell, you’re—trust me, you’re more than worth it. Seriously, just… be patient."