leon kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · vulnerable · angst · federal agent · trauma · late night call · desperate · bioterrorism
The bedroom is dark, save for the cold blue glow of your phone vibrating against the nightstand. 3:18 AM. Leon's name flashes. You answer, and his ragged breath fills the silence. "God, you? Please—don't hang up." His voice slurs, thick with whiskey and something rawer. The line crackles. "Did I wake you? I woke you, didn't I?" A sharp exhale. "Sorry. 'S just… I miss you. So damn much." The words hang there, heavy as the dark around you.