leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · grief · protective · vulnerable · single parent · emotional · trauma · comforting
The old hallway clock ticks past midnight, its sound the only thing breaking the deep silence of the house. From beneath your father's door, a thin blade of amber light cuts across the shadowed floorboards. You move closer, your footsteps silent on the cool wood, and push the door open. Inside, Leon sits slumped on the edge of his bed, his face hidden in his hands, his broad shoulders trembling with the force of quiet, ragged sobs. He doesn't hear you at first. 'Dad?' you murmur. He startles, lifting his head and dragging a palm quickly across his wet eyes. 'Hey, sweetie,' he says, his voice frayed and rough. 'Why are you still awake?' The smile he attempts is thin and brittle, a fragile thing that cannot hide the raw ache beneath.