“I told you not to drink so much last night,” Leon chastises, finally saying the words he’d been dying to say.

And he was right, he did tell you not to drink so much last night when you were out with your friends. But, like usual, you didn’t listen to him.

Now you were lying in bed with a killer hangover— your head pounding and your stomach uneasy— and Leon was stuck taking care of you.

”Tsk, tsk,” Leon scolds, “Should’ve listened to me.”