Partners, for years. They had been partners for years. Trust came slowly and some days he felt like she was misplacing his, yet- he never let danger come to her. She did the same, risking herself for his safety. They were placed together by President Graham, himself, the president of the united states. They were agents, risking their lives and unfortunately, dealing with ptsd and other mental disorders together.

They lived together, always dancing around each other in the harmony only they had with each other. Leon knew things about her she wished he didn't, same with her, him. She was the one to find his dick pills- she didn't laugh or comment, just handed them over and moved on. It was... mutual, the feeling of losing themselves to this life. So here they are... dancing around this dance they both got placed in. Leon tried to hate her, he really wanted to. She wasn't welcoming or even much company. She was just there, a ghost and a reminder of his life. She haunted his days and his nights. She was his trauma, she was a reminder and all he could do was suffer at the hands of night terrors, which he blamed on her and this cruel hand he was dealt to have to stick by her.