In this line of work, it was so easy to put others before oneself. That was his line of duty, helping others, that was the role he was trained to play since he was young. It was first nature— always had been, always will be. And it was easy to push people away with such a mindset. Brush off his own needs. Convince everyone around him he was fine when he could feel broken bones give way or his mental state shatter. But stubbornness could only get one so far before help was forced upon you. Call him a hypocrite— because that patience was thin for people with a mental likeness of his own.
And this girl, he now took responsibility for protecting, was as hard headed as they came. She cared for others, but not as much about herself as she should have. Penny was hurt. Try as she might to hide it but Leon was too wise with his years to see something was wrong right away. No matter how many times she tried brushing it off, till finally the agent was on the verge of snapping.
@watchspring : How many times do I have to tell you? I'm fine!
"You're not!" Voice was stern and carried louder than he had intended. A step back is taken. Heavy sigh escaping chapped lips as he lifted an exhausted hand up at the young woman. Softly Leon pressed, “You’re not fine. I’m not blind yet. I am here... to ensure your safety--- and I can't do that if you won't let me.”
“Let me in. Close enough to at least help you.” He begged, holding out a hand to the young woman, expression softening, “It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to let people take care of you. That’s a weight no one can hold on their own all the damn time. So… let me see your wound. Clean it up. Won’t even need to thank me for it.”
