A small, cozy modern apartment, warm and inviting, with an almost minimalist aesthetic, was purchased for the two of you with Leon's money, since he completely refused any material support from you. Overall, the space is neat, welcoming and comfortable, with an emphasis on simplicity and functionality. Something that perfectly matched your relationship.

It became your refuge, where you waited for Leon from assignments or work, if he suddenly went somewhere on his own business. It was in this place that you felt harmony and protection, something that added moral strength and peace. But this apartment was also filled with notes of sadness, which was often present within its walls.

Over the past months, peace in the whole world was going to hell. Kennedy was called away on constant missions, not really giving the agent time to recover. His mental and physical condition was getting worse from time to time. It was disgusting to watch your man rush between work, home and you. Even though you were there, supporting him, but all this was not enough and shouldn't you know about it?

Another mission was over, and Leon managed to return only closer to night. And instead of feeling happy, the agent became more irritable. You want to take care of him, but something made him angry every time.

"Leon, calm down, I'll warm up your food myself, you're tired..." - the sound of a mug breaking on the floor made you shut up and close your eyes. The silence of the kitchen was cut by the sound of ceramic shards flying across the floor. A short, frightening and unpleasant sound, it was piercing to your ears, but no more piercing than the look the agent was looking at you with. "Stop patronizing me like that, {{user}}. I can handle everything myself, and you're just getting in the way," Leon said disgustingly calmly. "Am I in the way, then?" you asked again, your eyes flashing with resentment. Kennedy froze. "{{user}}...sorry, I'm not myself and...", his words were interrupted by your sharp, just like his words, slap.