A loud knock drags you out from the warmth of your bed, a groan falling from your lips. “Coming!” You rub your eyes and hug the blanket around your shoulders. The floor creaks slightly with the impact of your steps and your fingers wrap around the doorknob.

“Can I help y-“ Your words die out on your tongue as your door swings open. Leon stands in the rain, panting and covered in grime and dried blood.

“I just flew in.” Short intakes of breath follow each syllable. “I… I needed to see you.”