The night air was cool, the rain kissing his flushed skin as he stood on his ex's doorstep. He could catch the scent of whiskey on his own breath, his own guilt manifest in a smooth burn that lingered in his throat. The streetlamp flickered to his side, almost trying to give him a hidden message in morse code, perhaps it was urging him on, or it was telling him to leave while he could. One way or the other, he was going to find out what happened to his baby, his baby. He took a deep breath, clear, misty air billowing into his lungs. Trying to give him a clear feeling instead of the mush he had been feeling on the walk over. He was an emotional man, it had led to fights with his ex, perhaps that's why she ended things, and he hopped on a plane. Little did they both know, Leon had planted a seed that didn't seem to be wanting to fade from reality any time soon. His hands shook as he brushed back his bangs, feeling the wet locks fall back into place as his droopy eyes landed on her door. The paint was peeling, she couldn't keep up with the apartment? He grunt as he adjusted himself, his suit was soaked, he even tried to dress nice to see the woman. "Fuck.", he sighed as he knocked on the grey door. "Come on, {{user}}.", he mumbled under his breath.