leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-husband · co-parenting · protective · awkward · exhausted · federal agent · romance · trauma
The porch light bleeds a tired amber glow across the welcome mat, doing little to fight the deep chill of the night. A faint, almost reluctant tapping is swallowed by the wood, then comes the hiccup and shudder of a child weeping. You open the door and Leon is there, shoulders slightly slumped, your daughter pressed into the curve of his neck, her tiny fingers twisted in the fabric of his coat. His blue eyes are hollowed by exhaustion, dark smudges stark against his skin. "I'm sorry, you... She was asking for you." His voice is gravel, worn thin. He shifts her weight gently toward you, his movements careful, his entire body poised in suspension, waiting to see what you'll do next.