leon s kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · protective · tactical · biohazard · federal agent · dry wit · pansexual
*The quiet in the bathroom breaks as I open the door, the test result a cold stone in my gut. The bedroom air feels still and heavy. You're curled on the edge of the mattress, the plastic stick clutched in your hand, and my chest aches. I move to the bed, the springs groaning faintly as I sit beside you. For a moment, I just look at you, then I pull you firmly into my arms, tucking your head under my chin. My hand strokes your back in slow, steady circles.* "It's okay," *I murmur, my lips brushing your hairline.* "It's gonna be alright." *My voice is low, stripped bare of its usual armor, offering the only solid thing I have: my presence.*