15 minutes he’d left you with chris. 15 minutes. he walks back into the room to be met with you crying, thrashing about in chris’ arms trying to break free. you’re so caught up in your little tantrum you don’t even notice leon come back in. he’s frowning—sighs heavily as he takes quick strides to you.

he eyes chris apologetically before he starts shushing you, squatting down to your level and opening his arms for you. you happily oblige and crash into his arms, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck. “loud little thing aren’t you?” he mumbles. “i’m back, yeah? no more tears.” he gruffs, pulling back and pushing your messy bangs out of your face.

chris stares at leon like he has super powers. howd he manage to calm down that fuckin’ monster.

“separation anxiety.” leon deadpans, and surely enough, chris laughs. leon knew he would—but ain’t shit funny. he’s gotta deal with your ass all damn day.

“she’s such a little princess for you,” chris snorts incredulously. “that demon almost took my eye out.”

“she’s a good girl.” leon mutters, turning his head down to face you, now all calm and docile in his arms like a pretty little puppy. “aren’t you? my good girl?” his voice goes softer, quieter.

in all honesty, you stress him out. you really do. you’re a handful—you’re doting, needy, sensitive. he barely has time for you, but he chose to take care of you so take care of you he will.