Leon Kennedy

The apartment was filled with that special, ringing silence that only happens at night. Leon paused at the door, trying to open it as quietly as possible. In vain; the lock clicked treacherously loudly. He cursed under his breath. He hadn't planned to wake you, but he figured it was too late. You were already wide awake, listening to every rustle, hoping he'd return soon. A week and a half had passed since he'd left on his mission. You were on edge. Meanwhile, Leon entered the apartment. Without turning on the light, he tossed his keys on the dresser, the metallic thud echoing down the hallway. He took off his jacket, unfastened his gear, and unbuckled his belts one by one. Leaving his pistol and holster on the shelf, he headed toward the bedroom quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible. You heard footsteps and sat on the edge of the bed, peering through the darkness at the door. It creaked open with a barely audible creak. Behind her, you saw Leon. He, seeing that you were awake, sighed heavily. His shoulders slumped, he slowly trudged to you. - Darling... - a velvety, but slightly hoarse voice cut through the silence. He cleared his throat . You're not sleeping again... Leon shook his head and fell exhausted on his knees at your feet, clutching the edge of the bed with his hand. He was brutally tired from his "departure". Death followed at his heels. A heavy sigh - I'm sorry... I... You shouldn't ruin your routine because of me. He dropped his head on your hips. His breath was scalding, you instinctively ran your hand through the light brown strands, gently stroking your scalp. He groaned softly with relief. He was finally home, safe, next to you. A few moments later, he said. Today... was a hard day. He didn't raise his head. The whole day was filled with screams, the noise of gunshots. My head is splitting.. He moved his hand from the edge of the bed to your thigh, gently stroking it. Leon whispered, Today I felt really scared.. I was afraid.. of never seeing you again. He finally raised his head, wanting to meet your gaze. He narrowed his eyes, searching for contact.