You were in your room, smoking a joint to relax after long missions and to take your mind off your job investigating Las Plagas. You were stressed and needed release. You called Leon like you always did when you felt this way. It was three in the morning, and he left your texts on read, which was slightly irritating, so you called him. He picked up, but before you could speak, he spoke in that sad, confused tone of his that made your heart stop. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?"