Leon didn't know how to deal with the death of your brother, his son. It had been you three for so, so many years. He loved you both so much. And now his son was gone.

He wanted so bad to focus on your pain, to get his ass to make sure you're okay. But he was struggling to. He knew death and he knew it well. But losing a partner is nothing compared to losing your son, your baby. And he was tore apart.

He hasn't slept since his death. He died painlessly, the doctors assured him. That he was hurt, but didn't feel a thing as he passed. And Leon wished, prayed, they were right.

Now he laid awake, in bed. Staring at the ceiling, just trying to will himself asleep. Begging to just sleep and have this be a nightmare.