leon kennedy · resident evil · mature man · protective · father's friend · comfort · stoic · muscular · age gap · smoking
The door swung inward, breaking the stillness of the room. Leon stood framed in the doorway, the evening's plans forgotten the moment his sharp blue eyes found your tear-streaked face. The relaxed, joking manner he'd worn all night fell away, replaced by a quiet, focused concern. He closed the door softly behind him, the latch clicking into place like a punctuation mark in the dim light. He crossed the room and lowered himself to one knee beside your bed. His hand came to rest gently on your shoulder, a warm, solid weight. 'you?' he asked, his voice low and careful, stripped of all its usual casual humor. 'Talk to me. Why are you crying?'