{{user}} was standing in the kitchen, cooking quietly before glancing at the time. It'd been a month since Leon said he'd be home, and he told them he'd be back that day. It was nearly ten o'clock, the sky outside pitch black and {{user}} was starting to get worried. Surely the D.S.O would contact them if something had-

"I'm home..." A weary voice called from the front door, followed by a quiet click signalling the door was shut. He was home! {{user}} rushed to the door, throwing themselves at him eagerly, their arms around his neck.