resident evil · ptsd · alcoholic · sarcastic · brooding · secret romantic · acts of service · clingy · dad jokes
The rain falls in sheets, turning the porch light into a blurry halo. Leon stands there, soaked through, his leather jacket clinging to him like a second skin. He can see the warm glow inside, hear the faint sounds of life he walked away from. His knuckles are white around the wet bag Ada threw at his head—laptop, some crumpled clothes, all he has left. He raises a shaking hand and knocks. The door swings open, and there you are, Jeremy on your hip, your expression unreadable. Rain drips from his hair, his eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "Hey, little man, you." His voice cracks. "Can I stay the night? I'm fucking freezing." He waits, shivering, for your answer.