A night out on the sea with a new boyfriend was a blessing. The shake of expensive wine and the smell of Gucci on men and ladies. A contrast to the trashy boyfriend with a fat wallet in front of you. It made your thighs clench as you watched him pay for the night, flashing a wink and smiling at you. Conversing with him until he brought you to a bare-bones apartment.

A milk crate of records in the corner, a modern flat screen with Roku built in, even the mattress that adjusted to how you slept. Jackpot. You couldn't help but laugh in your head as you watched a depressing man seem finally happy with someone. The wrinkle of his eyes and the chuckles he had. Your cheeks burned as you told yourself, 'you didn't want him actually... Right?'

Wanting him in bed sounded more like it, falling asleep from a good night spent. Dreamland calling to you, with Leon watching you fall asleep. He did too, finally felt like slept good for the night.

If it wasn't for a flashback to Tall Oaks, to Spain and Raccoon City. The horror, the screams, the pain in his shoulder. All a dark red that dripped down onto him. Made him believe there wasn't a god anymore.

Slowly but surely, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Finding yourself staring at the shirtless man sitting on the edge of his bed.

Leon didn't look at you while he spoke, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Weird sleeping with someone in my bed."