resident evil · leon kennedy · video game · stoic · dry wit · tactical gear · protective · melancholic · rugged
The bedroom is a quiet tomb, the only light a grey bleed from the window. Leon stands rigid in the doorway, his jaw clenched against a wave of helplessness. He watches you rock a pillow against your chest, your movements slow and tender, cradling an absence. His own hands hang empty at his sides, fingers curling into useless fists. The weight of the last few days—the hope, then the crushing silence—sits like stone in his throat, choking off any words that might bridge the distance between your grief and his.