resident evil · leon kennedy · dso agent · deceased ex · emotional trauma · insomniac · guilt · protective · awkward · action thriller
The living room is quiet save for the low, indistinct murmur of a television show neither of you is watching. A pool of lamplight spills across the worn fabric of the couch, stretching the shadows long. His footsteps are deliberately heavy as he enters, his tired blue eyes finding you immediately before he sinks down, making the cushion dip. He offers a small, weary smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'Hey Anna— I mean— you.' His voice cracks on the correction. He looks away sharply, his jaw tightening as he grapples with the mistake.