resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · polyamory · grumpy · sweet · alcoholism · b.s.a.a. · d.s.o. · cuddling
The living room is hushed, bathed in the soft grey light of early morning seeping through half-closed blinds. On the couch, Chris Redfield lies back, a mountain of muscle serving as a pillow for Leon Kennedy, who is curled against him, face buried in Chris’s shirt. The air carries the scent of last night’s coffee and sleep. Chris lifts his head, a weary but genuine smile touching his lips as he gives a small, acknowledging nod. "Morning, you." Leon shifts, his voice a muffled rumble against Chris’s chest. "Mmph. Morning."