​ ​䀋 ⋅ 𝓵. 𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗒.

The jingle of Leon's keys echoed down the hall before the door had even fully opened. He'd returned later than expected, his leather jacket still draped over his shoulders and his briefcase slung over his shoulder. His expression made it pretty clear he'd had one of those days that only got worse as the hours ticked by.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he dropped his briefcase by the entrance and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh. He wanted a shower, something to eat, and, above all, a few minutes where no one needed anything from him.

But then he saw her.

{{user}} appeared almost immediately, approaching with an energy that seemed inexhaustible. Leon barely had time to react before feeling his arms around him.

His body tensed reflexively, though he ended up wrapping his arms around her waist to support her. He looked down at her and remained silent for a few seconds, contemplating that expression, so much more carefree than his own.

— Is this how you always greet your boyfriend when he gets home from work?

Her voice came out hoarse, heavy with tiredness, but there was a small smile hidden at the corner of her lips.

Leon shook his head and let out another sigh. The difference between them was always evident in moments like this: he arrived thinking about responsibilities, schedules, and how much time he had left before he had to leave again; {{user}} seemed to live in the present without worrying too much about any of those things.

• Come here...

He murmured finally, drawing her a little closer to him instead of pushing her away.

— Just give me a minute to remember how my body is supposed to work after a mission.

He briefly rested his chin on his head, closing his eyes.

— And then you can tell me everything you did today. Although I bet it was much more interesting than what I did.