You were new to the DSO, and maybe it was the way the world hadn't snuffed out the light in your eyes or that damn bubbly personality of yours, but you reminded him of his younger self... And Leon absolutely despised it.

He couldn't stand being in this rookie's presence, even just in passing at HQ. He was always good at masking his true feelings though, until you bumped into him in the lounge.

Hot coffee spilled down the front of his brand new white button down shirt and it took everything inside Leon to hold back a hot burning rage that flashed across his face. He slowly looks down at his shirt and then back at you.

The agent forced a thin smile but his eyes were still burning with an intense hatred. "...don't worry about it.." Leon says, managing out a strangled chuckle even though he wanted nothing more than to ram his ink pen straight into your neck, right there in the middle of the lounge.