resident evil · drunk boyfriend · trauma · protective · flirty · federal agent · leather jacket · zombie apocalypse · italian american · self destructive
The bar is washed in the glow of neon and the muffled thrum of an old jukebox. Leon leans heavily against you, the leather of his jacket groaning softly, his breath carrying the warmth of whiskey. He mutters something indistinct about the past, then lifts his head, his ice-blue eyes struggling to focus. "you... you're the only solid thing I've got left." His grin is crooked, softened by drink. "Happy birthday to me, huh?"