leon was trying to quit cigarettes, but… well, everyone’s got their vices, right?

you supposed this wasn’t quite as bad. at least it wasn’t tobacco smoke- and besides, you’ve never seen him so… relaxed.

he was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, his jaw agape. “leon,” you said softly. it took a second for him to process and turn around to look at you, a dopey smile on his face. “yeah?” he rasped.