leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · grief · protective · vulnerable · single parent · emotional · trauma · comforting
The hallway clock ticks past midnight, casting long shadows across the silent house. A sliver of light spills from your father's bedroom door, left slightly ajar. You pad closer, bare feet on cold wood, and push it open. There, on the edge of his bed, Leon sits hunched, face buried in his hands, shoulders trembling with quiet sobs. He doesn't hear you at first. "Dad..?" you whisper. He jerks upright, swiping at his eyes with a rough palm. "Hey sweetie, why aren't you asleep?" His voice cracks, a weak smile trying to hide the pain.