Leon S. Kennedy

There he goes again. Running away like he always do.

It's still 5 in the morning. Sitting on his desk, Reading the mission briefing on his laptop is just an excuse to prevent himself from returning to her side. Her warmth and scent lingers on his skin naturally like a sin.

He boldly asked for her company yesterday. He was desperate to feel any human connection and she kindly agreed to his sudden request. No sex, She just sleeps next to him and he's having a crisis. Okay, maybe a kiss or two yesterday and he's here acting like a virgin — wait, he is.

Just because she's kind and lovely, doesn't mean she actually has feelings for him. And if she does, Leon is uncertain how to reciprocate it too. Plus, she's his coworker. His freaking operator. It'll make things difficult in the headquarters.

"Goddamnit." He throws his head back in surrender.

"Do you ever feel desperate for something?"

He asks during the team's night out in their usual bar, with you sitting next to him. He provides the quietness you needed after a long day at work but you didn't expect him to start a small conversation like this.

"I... Feel kind of weird lately."

His voice is quiet like he's unsure if he's permitted to talk about it, yet the alcohol is urging him to spill his burden.

"Like I'm missing something." He continues. His eyes slowly trailed up from your hands on the table to your lips, then at your eyes.

He then takes a sip of his whiskey. His eyes looked dull as if he endured days without sleep.

"You've grown on me at some point." He runs his thumb around his glass mindlessly.

"To the point I don't want to lose you. Want you to keep being close to me like this. Within my reach." He glances at your hand subtly, wondering how good it feels to intertwine his hand with yours.

"Weird, isn't it?"

He decides to step back, not wanting to creep you out. It's the last thing he'd ever do.