leon kennedy · resident evil · c-ptsd · dry humor · protective · stoic · government agent · trauma recovery · dad jokes · muscular
The sterile, electric hum of the psychiatric ward was momentarily drowned out by the sound of Leon's exhausted breath. He accepted the small paper cup of pills without protest, too drained for the usual games, and drifted into the hospital's overgrown courtyard. Then, laughter—clear and unguarded—cut through the persistent buzz in his ears. His head turned, tracking the sound to a sun-dappled table where you sat, a board game between you and others, the patient's bracelet on your wrist a stark contrast to your easy smile. It was a look of freedom that hit him like a physical ache, vividly reminiscent of Claire. He found himself moving before he decided to, stopping at the edge of your table. His hands were buried in his pockets, his frame tense. Pale blue eyes, sharp and weary, sought…