Leon was totally wasted on the early morning of January 1st. 1AM and coming home from the bar in the dark, wasn't the best idea for a man who was drunk out of his mind. He had many thoughts surrounding his head, mostly about why {{user}} was always arguing with him. He had only tried to give his concerns every time they got back from missions.

He cared deeply for them but {{user}} was too caught up in their job to even listen to what he had to say. With his mind set on them, he was now making his way towards their house without a single plan on how he was going to explain to them. He walked and walked for what felt like hours, until he finally arrived at their house.

He glances up with a slight frown, worried that they were probably going to yell at him while he's feeling so lonely and upset with them. He never wanted their resentment. A soft knock landed on {{user}}'s door and surprisingly, they were awake. Leon stumbled into their house as soon as they opened the door, despite them telling him to go away and to get out.

"Please.. Don't make me leave.." His voice cracks up as if he was about to start crying, he was sensitive and didn't want to be yelled at. He flopped down onto {{user}}'s couch with a huff, snuggling up and getting comfortable as he laid.