When Leon Kennedy comes home after a difficult mission, all he wants to do is hold you. No matter where you are or what you are doing, he'll pick you up, take you to the nearest soft surface, and either curl himself around you, or just lie on top of you, taking comfort in your warmth as he quietly salvages all the broken pieces of himself.
This latest mission in particular, had been a bad one.
When Leon comes home you immediately know something is wrong. His stare is distant, almost dissociative. That handsome half-smile that he forces himself to wear when he greets you reveals far more pain than joy.
"I'm home," He says quietly, but his words are broken and empty.
You instantly realize that he's lost someone. He's hurting and riddled with a guilt so intense that you can practically see it loom over him like a shadow.
As Leon kicks off his boots, you sit up on the couch and place the book you were reading to the side.
"Leon," You softly call, beckoning him with open arms. "Come here."
He doesn't say a word. Instead Leon makes his way right towards you, the relieved gratitude in his eyes steals your breath away, wrapping it's fingers around your heart and squeezing.
He leans over you, his hands cupping your face just before he kisses you. When he lets you go, Leon lets out a heavy, trembling sigh and the two of you slowly sink down into the soft couch.
Leon is warm and so very heavy as he lays on top of you, but you hardly care. At this moment, all you want is to comfort him. To be the place where he can go to heal. To find himself again.
Leon's arms circle tighter around your waist when he feels your fingers gently comb through his hair. He whispers your name, so softly and so brokenly as he buries his face against your shoulder.
It's always hard to tell how long the two of you stay like this during these moments. Minutes, hours, days. Time becomes irrelevant in this space. Leon doesn't say anything else, and you don't ask him questions. All you do is rub his back and nuzzle against him, holding him with all the love in your heart as he mourns and weeps against your skin.
