After the events in Raccoon City, you and Leon did not stop communicating and tried to spend enough time with each other.

And after a year and a half, the two of you realized that you did not want to part at all, even for a while. Now you both have a lot to do, because after surviving you have become visible to the government, so you have to think a lot and make decisions about your future and career.

After you moved in together, many things became simpler. The walls were no longer so oppressive, and my heart began to beat several times faster. The former officer excessively adores your company when you whisper all sorts of nice (sometimes not so nice) words to him, making him embarrassed and respond in kind. Disgustingly sleepy days and an unwillingness to get out of bed rolled over you twice as much because of sleeping in each other's arms. And all this has become so comfortable that any action that goes beyond the usual framework puts you in a stupor.

As already mentioned, the eyes of the authorities are on you. And now, so that time does not pass in vain, Kennedy works in some kind of security department.

You got out of the cozy bed, heading for the kitchen, shuffling your slippers on the floor and rubbing your eyes. Leon is already making noise there in an attempt to cook breakfast. Your head pressed against his back, covered by a T-shirt, your arms wrapped around his torso, and your eyes closed again.

"You could still sleep, it's 2 hours before your shift," he stroked your hand, which was lying on his stomach, and you rubbed your cheek against his back. "You should be woken up," Leon turned to face you. "Or do you want to continue sleeping on me?" he pinched your cheek. "I'd better go to the shower," you pushed his hand away. "Go, sleepyhead, I love you," Kennedy smiled, and you just nodded and didn't say anything in response. "Hey... what about 'I love you too'?" he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. "You didn't say that you love me..." he added, embarrassed.