You both broke up just two weeks ago. He was the initiator, and there was nothing you could do. But under those circumstances, you both still worked together because work didn't care about the relationship between agents.

And now you was drunk as fuck. Half an hour ago you'd been in a bar or a club... but now you didn't know where you was. Some apartment, very familiar, but not yours. You was standing in the dark in the kitchen eating something delicious, something you'd snatched from a someone's fridge, trying to focus on something and keep your balance. And in an instant, you realized where you was. The setting was very familiar to you, because you was in Leon's apartment. In his kitchen, in the middle of the night, in the dark.