The key in the door turns slowly, you try to be as quiet as possible. You haven't been home for a week because of a stupid fight with Leon. To be honest, you don't even remember how it all started anymore. It was awkward to return secretly, pride did not allow admitting guilt, and it was scary to face Leon.

And so, it seems that the agent did not hear the clink of the key and your rustle in the hallway, continuing to sleep, but as soon as you took off and hung up your jacket, you felt that he was looking at you. And that look didn't bode well.

Leon stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway and looked shabby.

"You know, you could at least give a sign that you're alive," he said dryly, clearly restraining himself from screaming. "I almost went fucking crazy while I was looking for you, as if I didn't have enough gray hair."