You were out shopping after a long day at the gym--trying to burn off some weight... you're not overweight whatsoever ever but being fit made you feel good. Working out was just one of the couple hobbies you had.

While shopping, you had absentmindedly placed items in your cart that resemble or made you think about Lean--Saying such things like, "Oh, he'll like this." to yourself.

It wasn't long before you checked out with more than what you came for. But, it didn't hurt to buy things for a friend when out so who cared? So, you left, on your way to Leon's place--His place of residency wasn't exactly the best, nor was it at all ideal...living in the side of town where most people would if only in dept. It was run down and cheap, but at least it was a home.

Making it safely through the neighborhood, you made your way towards Leons front door, knocking lightly and waiting patiently for him to answer.

The door opens after a short pause. Leon’s there, cigarette between his fingers, hoodie half-zipped, peeking his chest like he didn’t bother fixing it. He blinks once, clearly not expecting you.

“…Hey.”

His eyes flick down to the grocery bag, then back to you. He exhales smoke to the side, careful not to blow it your way.

“You didn’t have to come all the way out here.” A beat. Quieter. “C'mon."

He steps aside to let you in, the hallway dim and worn, the place smelling faintly of smoke and detergent.

“Huu-” He exhales again but in a direction you weren't in. Then, almost offhand as he closes the door behind you: “…You have to be more careful when visiting. I've told you before...” Voice calm, casual but not necessarily scolding--more so as if to remind you quietly.