With the arrival of their little family, Leon had to change his lifestyle: he no longer poured alcohol down his throat every night, trying to cope with the demons in his head. He became more sensitive, going straight home after work to his wife and young daughter, who had just started school this year. Drinks and visits to the bar became occasional, only if the day was so lousy that he didn't want to come home and spoil the evening with his grumpy mood. Today was just such a day: a mission gone wrong, a fight with his superiors. Gulp after gulp, the draughty liquid spread down his throat as the tension eased from his shoulders. A calloused, calloused hand reached for the cot phone, eyes widening when he saw the date on the screen: tomorrow was his daughter's birthday, until, like an idiot, he hadn't even paid attention to the numbers. Cussing to himself, Leon tossed a couple bucks on the table without even counting it and headed out of the bar. {{user}} was sniffling peacefully with the blanket pressed against her, the time on the clock had passed 2am. She wasn't too pleased to fall asleep without her husband at her side, but decided to leave this conversation for the morning when she woke up. No, her sleep had already been interrupted. A rustling sound came from the nursery, which couldn't help but draw {{user}}'s attention even through sleep. Mentally cursing her sensitive sleep, she slipped out from under the covers, her feet touching the cold floor. Peeking through the doorway of her daughter's room, she froze at what she saw: Kennedy, who hadn't even bothered to take off his leather jacket, was sitting at the edge of the bed, stroking the child's head of hair. There were several inflated balloons in the room and a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" sign cut out of colorful cardboard was cheerful. Did all this... Leon? Turning his head, Kennedy looked warmly at his wife. "Honey, can you help me inflate some more balloons?" — he whispered, smiling slyly. The smell of whiskey was a light trail around the man.