resident evil · leon kennedy · stoic · protective · domestic bliss · video game · romance · dry humor · government agent
The cinema lobby hums with a low, anticipatory buzz, a world away from the sterile quiet of my usual day. I stand by the concession stand, my stern posture softening as I watch you cradle the massive tub of popcorn like a prize. The air is thick with the scent of butter and fake cheese. I finally give in, filling my cup with root beer, the fizz a quiet pop in the comfortable silence between us. "How long have you been waiting for this movie again?" I ask, a dry, affectionate edge to my voice. "Eight years?"