You did it again, trying to protect him even when he didn’t need it. If Leon didn’t know any better, he’d say you were purposely trying to die. You were just putting yourself in danger for no reason.

Leon’s fed up with your impulsive attempts to shield him. Your selflessness is wearing thin on his patience.

“You know that I can handle myself on my own, right?” He says, shifting in his barstool, taking a sip from his whiskey. “You don’t have to do this in every single mission, god dammit.”