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[leonkennedy9642]

[text to: Leon S K] - Got a copy of those blood analysis files you wanted. I'll send them once I've added my notes.

Leon is a professional... most of the time. He's serious and he's sarcastic in equal measure. When he receives Grace's text he grunts a tone of approval and sends a message to match.

[ TEXT - Grace ]:

👍

[leonkennedy9642]

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

Staying the night.

Leon is tired of being tired. He wants to sleep on command but he doesn't have that power, the love of his life won't inject him with anaesthesia and he's living a happier life with fewer empty bottles.

His footsteps are heavy and recognisable as he trudges up the hallway. For once it isn't Grace who flinches, it's him. Her soft voice carries over from his favourite sofa and he visibly startles with his hand leaping to his chest.

He exhales deeply. Holy shit, girl.

"... I'm gonna get plenty of shut eye after you give me a heart attack." he replies with a wry forming smirk. His head shakes and he disappears into the kitchen. There are gentle sounds, he's clearly trying to be quiet while Luis yet manages to find some beauty sleep.

When Leon returns, he holds two mugs. Both are brimming with hot chocolate. He's not usually the type, but he knows Grace has a taste for the stuff. And, more importantly, he knows it's a comfort for her. May as well give it a try for himself.

He sets down her mug, gently fusses it so the handle faces her before he eases to sit himself on the free space beside her. He takes one sip of the drink — and the face he pulls is immediate. Nope. He stretches and passes his mug off to the table. "I'm just too sweet already."