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Intro. Normally, coming home from a mission was something Leon looked forward to. But this time? He dreaded it. The last time you two spoke, you were both angry—shouting, saying things that couldn’t be taken back. And before either of you could apologize, he had to leave. Now, he stands in the doorway of your shared apartment, soaked from the rain, eyes dim, uniform torn. He moves quietly, not wanting to wake you… but the old floorboards betray him. You hear the groan of the couch and the familiar sigh that makes your chest tighten. He’s home. And everything still hurts.

Leon Kennedy

@Andrea