#Leon kennedy whump

[citrine-elephant]

hi, how are ya?

[aussiepineapple1st]

I don’t think I’ve posted this here? If I have my bad!!

[alvivaarts]

i am feeling exceptionally evil about the point this fic is going to get to eventually would you like to have a taste? Too bad you're gonna-

EDIT: Since folks have been asking, here's the link!

Also here's another bigger, nicer, more detailed piece from the scene/arc right here

[lightenupcowboy]

Just og re4 Leon having a bad time🥰

Part 2

[just-a-scratch-man]

Leon Kennedy whump compilation in Resident Evil 4 part 7

Leon is controlled by Saddler

[sunhatllama]

all it takes is a snap

A Resident Evil Fanfiction

Tags: established chreon, blood, injury, broken bones

Whumptober Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

RE:TOBER prompt: Virus

For @wisecrackingeric-2 !!

Leon huffed, sucking in sharp breaths quickly as he ran through the forest underbrush. Chris was ahead of him by a few paces, his harsh breathing audible even over the roaring of blood in Leon's head. They had been running for so long, yet if the agent turned his head to glance behind him, he knew for a fact that the zombie hoard was still right on their toes.

He didn't need to see; he could hear their loud moans, growls, and howling wails. The mission they were sent on was a disaster, the lab turning out to be completely overrun by t-virus infected—too many for just the two of them to handle. They gave their best effort, but in the end, they had to run to the evac point, which was still so far away and the hoard wasn't showing signs of slowing down.

"We have to keep going, Leon!" Chris yelled, pinched from exertion and adrenaline, and Leon swore he could hear an air of despair trying to come out. "We can't stop, we're almost there."

Leon didn't know what to say to that, but he knew if he didn't say something, Chris was going to worry, and he didn't want to do that. "Yeah," he said simply, out of breath.

He lamented that they hadn't retrieved the virus sample from the lab, knowing that once they returned, they would have to admit failure. At the BSAA it wasn't so bad, but he still retained his DSO training, not quite able to shake the fear of disappointment away completely. He wondered if they would send a larger team in next time.

They ran for who knows how much longer, and the hoard finally slowed down slightly, not able to keep up with the two BSAA operatives, as old as the two were getting. Leon was nearing 40, and his joints definitely felt it. Each breath coming out of his mouth sliced at his throat due to the force of his inhales and his vision was starting to waver. He could last a long time, but this was starting to reach his limits. Chris was closer now as well, having slowed down enough that they could hold hands, not that they could while running, but it eased Leon's nerves regardless. It seemed things were looking up for them.

Until it wasn't.

As if the universe had a vendetta against him, Leon's foot caught on a tree branch and he went tumbling forward in a shallow ditch. His vision swam, turning a swirling black and green mess, and he couldn't regain his balance before his head slammed against the ground. At the same time, Leon heard a sickening crack and his ankle flared in pain. Fuck, fuck. That was a break—

"Leon!" In an instant, loud footsteps raced to him, leaves rustling and sticks snapping, and Leon knew it was Chris. 

He kneeled by his side and grabbed at his torso, trying to flip him onto his back to see what was wrong. Chris' face twisted with concern, moving a hand to brush back Leon's fringe and prod at his hairline for some reason. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he then asked, and Leon ignored it, frowning.

"Ankle's busted," he slurred, trying to get up, and when Chris wouldn't let him, he scowled, desperation taking over. "Leave me behind. I can't outrun them like this—"

"No. Not happening," Chris interrupted, pulling him into his arms bridal-style in one swift motion, Leon's head resting on his shoulder.

"Chris—"

The man scowled, starting up a pace again before sparing a glance at the infected. "We're in this together. I'm not leaving you behind."

Leon was quiet after that, the pain in his ankle flaring at the movement, and he suddenly realized that his head hurt too. Now staring up into the sky, the sun's rays sent daggers through his head and he whined, closing his eyes. Soon enough, he felt something warm dripping down the side of his face, and he immediately knew it was blood. Why was he bleeding? Oh yeah, he hit his head. Maybe there was a rock on the ground or something.

The rocking of Chris running was making it harder and harder for Leon to contain his cries of pain, and he could hear the zombies closing in on them, a flare of fear for Chris rushing through him. He should put him down—Leon was a dead weight, only slowing him down. He would never forgive himself if he was the reason Chris Redfield died.

"Chris…" he murmured.

"Stay with me, Leon. We're almost there."

He was trying , but for some reason, he didn't understand he was losing grasp on consciousness. He didn't think he was injured that badly, not enough for him to pass out in Chris' arms. Leon's throat turned thick, tasting iron on his tongue, and it became harder to breathe. Humming, he fell more limp against Chris's chest, guilt racing through him.

"I'm s'rry, Chris," he slurred again, this time worse, and this seemed to distress Chris, for he went faster then, saying something that Leon couldn't discern, his tone terrified.

The beeping of medical equipment was what woke him, Leon opening his eyes to a dark hospital room, a figure sitting in a chair next to his bed, resting their head next to Leon's thigh. It was Chris. The agent sighed, relieved that his boyfriend was okay. Leon lifted his arm, limb heavy and shaking, to brush his fingers through the man's hair, the touch seeming to wake Chris up.

Then everything became a blur

~o~

The man let out a confused hum, and he opened his eyes groggily, gaze locking with Leon's and he sat up straight, wide-eyed. "Leon! You're awake," he exclaimed, smiling wide. His eyes were bloodshot and dark bags hung underneath.

Leon smiled back and hummed. "What happened to me?" he asked, not remembering how he was injured, assuming he was. He could feel drugs coursing through his veins, dulling the pain he was supposed to be feeling.

Chris' smile faltered. "We were running from some infected through a forest to evac during our last mission two days ago. You fell bad—split open your skull and snapped your ankle in two. I carried you back to the helicopter, but you passed out on the way." He looked away, staring at the thin blanket on the hospital bed, and Leon's gaze softened. "I-I thought I lost you."

"I'm here," he replied, grabbing one of Chris' hands with his own and giving it a squeeze. "You saved me."

"You could have died."

Leon shook his head. "But I didn't."

Chris still looked torn up, eyes glassy, and Leon tapped the bed, gesturing for him to get in with him. "Come here."

His boyfriend looked at him, conflicted, before giving in and helping the agent move to the side enough for him to fit. Leon sighed contently, leaning his head on Chris' shoulder as the man held him close. He could hear his heart in his chest, the rhythm soothing him, and soon enough he drew drowsy, eyelids falling to half-mast and breathing evening out. Leon could feel tears falling onto his scalp and squeezed Chris' hand again, letting him know he was there.

Leon hummed, concerned, and Chris pressed a kiss to his head. "I'm fine. You go to sleep. I've got you."

He nodded in response, leaning in more. "Love you," he murmured.

"I love you too, Leon."

[whumporpass]

Leon S Kennedy from resident evil, specifically 4 remake? (The S stands for suffering)

[fonulyn]

“Leon?” Piers called again, his heartbeat picking up in excitement as he headed further into the apartment. Yet nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Leon was standing next to the table with his back turned to Piers, humming to himself, slightly swaying with the music. He wasn’t a good dancer, really, but he liked it in the privacy of their apartment, and Piers always enjoyed seeing it.

What took Piers by surprise and made him swallow hard was that Leon wasn’t wearing his usual jeans and button-up, or the home version of sweats and a t-shirt. He was wearing a long, deep blue dress, the off-shoulder top accentuating the wideness of his shoulders, and the wide belt sitting snugly on his waist. He even had the matching heels, the hem of the skirt just short enough to leave them visible.

Piers honestly couldn’t get a single word out so he stood there dumbly for several minutes, before Leon turned his head to look at him from over his shoulder.

-- Or, Leon wears a nice dress to welcome Piers home.

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for @birdycage 😘💖

[leonisdumbasallhell]

🪡 + Chris for his special day?

🪡 That’s gonna need stitches - :)

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"Getting hit with a door is new."

Chris glared at Leon from where Chris was laying on the ground, one eye starting to swell and bruise, his hand pressed against a wad of cloth trying to staunch the blood flow from the gash the door nob had left in his face when the tyrant had thrown it at him.

"I mean, through doors, sure." Leon continued, seeming far too amused by this, "But I've never seen one rip a door off it's hinges and throw it at you."

"We're looking at the next generation of Tyrant technology, I guess." Chris sighed, stretching his hand out to Leon for more gauze. He could feel the blood seeping through the fabric of his gloves. Head wounds bleed a lot, didn't make it any less of a bother.

Till Leon shook his head, hands up empty, "Damn, it's bleeding that much? I don't have any more."

Chris groaned. Thank god he didn't have any other injuries. He didn't even feel all that concussed, just mildly light headed. Which was going to get worse rather quickly.

"You called for evac?"

"Yep. You already asked me to."

Chris nodded against the gauze. He hated not being able to do anything. Maybe there was something else in the med kit that could help staunch the flow. He sat up, which he probably should have been doing to start with, reaching his non bloodsoaked hand towards the first aid kit at Leon's feet.

"Hey, woah, what do you think you're doing?" Leon picked up the first aid kit, removing it from Chris' reach.

"I don't know, something." He felt useless just sitting there, injured.

Leon rolled his eyes, looking through the box, "Alright, well, you're not doing anything. I'll look and see."

Leon slowly sifted through the box, looking for something to use while Chris continued laying there, stewing. If he'd been more careful, if he'd been paying attention, it wouldn't have hit him. With a door of all things. Christ on a stick, that's embarrassing.

He tapped his other hand against the rubble, impatient as he glanced at Leon, "Anything?"

Leon frowned, shaking his head. "Not really."

He looked at Chris then, gaze landing on his restless fingers, before he set the box down and wrapped his own around Chris' hand. He got that tone of voice Chris loved and hated, especially when he used it for something stupid.

"Hey, you're fine. Nothing's wrong. You'll be okay."

Chris didn't respond, still feeling frustrated by his own incompetence.

Leon didn't take it personally though, taking one hand and gently moving Chris' hand away from the wound, pressing his fingers against it and letting Chris rest.

He tilted his head, eyebrow raised "This okay?"

Chris simply nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to feel anything but anxious. Now that he wasn't putting preassure on it himself, and with nothing else to do with his hands, he could feel now how much it stung, a gouge more than a slice. He couldn't imagine what it must look like. Probably with dirt or something in it. He could get an infection.

He tried to move again, "We should clean it--"

Leon grunted as Chris tried to move, gently pushing him back down, "No, I don't think we do. Not right now at least."

"Well, we could--"

Leon pressed a kiss against his forehead, interupting that train of thought. Leon pulled back, laughing, before he cleared his throat. "Okay, how about this. I'll take a quick look, and if it's really nasty, I'll try to clean it?"

Chris paused.

"Fine."

"Cool." Leon gently pulled away the gauze, some clotted blood tugging at Chris' skin as it pulled away. The wound stung more once exposed to the open air, making his skin prickle. Chris watched Leon's expression for any indication, but got nothing but a mildly perterbed 'hm.'

"What? Is it that bad?"

Leon shook his head, pressing the gauze back where it had been. "No, not really. It'll probably need stitches though."

[citrine-elephant]

relaxing after a hard day's work

[aussiepineapple1st]

Some angst! You can find the extra panel for the Vendetta Leon and Ethan in my Patron! Please go help out. I’m begging!!

[alvivaarts]

So, since Leon in your mermaid AU is able to carry babies, what was his pregnancy or pregnancies like? Was it difficult?

Considering it's the default for his little species (the whole group of his pod including Ada, Jill, Chris, and his daughters fall into it!) it was pretty normal! Though, technically, his first. Things were actually pretty stable before some less-than-expected events happened. Needless to say, some things followed them from their former territory, and safe as their new waters are (and the watch of the humans researching them), merfolk still have to be wary of predators.

There was a brief scare with that a couple months before the due date, and Ada had to make the hard choice of actually trusting Luis -and a handful of his fellow researchers- to help. He was fine! Eventually.

[lightenupcowboy]

Og re4 Leon having a bad time part 2💕

Part 1

[just-a-scratch-man]

“Resident Evil 4 remake”

Leon passes out after saving Ashley from Las Plagas

[sunhatllama]

🔫 Digging out a bullet / Leon pls :3 - 🔪

You and @silvercap requested the same prompt! (I love you guys)

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"You have to get it out," Leon bit out, clenching his jaw tight and his arm even tighter.

He was shot—but instead of the bullet going straight through and through, it got fucking stuck in the meat of his upper bicep.

Chris nodded, wide eyed, staring at Leon's arm with what was clearly barely-contained panic. "Y-yeah. Okay." He then pulled out his knife, inhaling a deep breath.

Leon quickly reached for his flask he always had on him and tossed it the BSAA captain's way, his bloodied fingers staining the side of the metal. "Vodka."

Chris nodded, pouring a generous amount on both sides before wiping it on his shirt sleeve and putting some on his gloveless hands. He came closer, face set in a determined scowl, but Leon could see a flicker of pain in his eyes. "This is going to hurt."

Leon nodded, putting the sleeve of his jacket in his mouth and taking a breath—

Chris dug into him and Leon bit down hard, the pain worse than he was expecting and he let go a muffled scream, tears welling in his eyes. He felt his boyfriend's fingers moving around inside the bullet hole and Leon arched away, hands scrambling for purchase on the forest floor.

In what felt like an eternity, Chris' fingers left the wound and the man let out a sigh of relief, Leon falling limp against the floor, feeling lightheaded, his consciousness fading. He vaguely could feel bandages being wrapped around him, and hear soft apologies.

The last thing he felt before he finally passed out was the press of lips to his temple.

[bluemindscapes]

aaaaand how about some 😵 Unexplained fainting for Leon - 🔪

Here you go @leonisdumbasallhell, sorry it took me so long but I hope you still like my drabbles and thank you for sending the prompts! Never did something like this before and I really had a blast writing something shorter for once.

(Also a little content warning beforehand, so if anyone doesn't want to get spoilered just skip the brackets - but this drabble kinda deals with eating disorders/ weight loss, so if anyone's sensitive to that subject I'd recommend you skip the fic.)

Resident Evil Drabble Unexplained Fainting

Leon had licked his lips fifteen times in the past ten minutes and yet Chris still thought chapstick would do him better because they looked as dried out as they had ten minutes ago. Not that Chris was supposed to have any elaborate thoughts on Leon’s lips in the first place, not when they were both adjusting their posture for another round of hand to hand practice.

“Again.” He waved Leon forward, hands held in front of his face, ready to duck.

He was fast and agile, depending on good technique more than brute strength, which was exactly why Chris was struggling as hard as he did. It wasn’t like the BSAA didn’t train them on martial arts, it just didn’t happen to be Chris’ main focus and he had to admit that he'd gotten rusty over the years. 

But that was why he'd convinced Leon to sparr with him in the first place, so he wouldn’t get his ass handed to him by someone who was more eager to pull the trigger on him, than Leon had been in China. The other had agreed reluctantly, obviously tired out by whatever mission the DSO had thrown him into and Chris was loath to occupy more of his free time too. Though secretly he hoped, this way, he could eventually convince him to ditch his shit employer.

All his musing of what may be someday, had Chris distracted enough for Leon to land a mean punch to the ribs. It was merely a jab, and yet it had Chris curled over and vulnerable enough for Leon to flip him on his back with a few practiced movements, kneeling above him and pinning him to the gym mat.

“Get your head in the game, or I’ll stop pulling my punches.” Leon laughed like he wasn’t panting with exhaustion.

To top it all off, the bastard had the audacity to flick his hair to the side, as if he barely felt the sweat dripping from his chin and darkening the expanding stain on his shirt which, to be fair, didn’t help to not keep Chris blessedly distracted.

“Don’t flatter yourself, if I wanted to you’d have tapped out an hour ago.” Chris teased, as Leon swung one leg back over his knees to push himself to standing.

Chris sat up as well, watching Leon rake one hand through his blonde hair, exposing the dark roots that were growing back in.

“If I don’t do it, no one will.” 

He caught the spark in Leon’s eyes as he said it, a playful smile flashing on his face before it was gone again. Then he offered his hand for Chris to take, drawing him up in one swift motion. The feeling of Leon’s cold fingertips in his burning hot palm, made Chris stop for a second, glancing down at their joint hands in confusion.

“Damn, you’re cold.” He exclaimed with surprise. 

The hand was gone from his grip in an instant, shoved inside the pocket of the sweatpants Leon was wearing, like he was self-conscious about it. 

“Guess it takes more than your mediocre hand to hand to get me all hot and bothered.” He shrugged, casually ignoring the rush of blood muddying Chris’ face into an unhealthy shade of red, before turning his back on him and strolling over to the bench, where their water bottles stood. 

Chris followed suit, shaking his head at the lunatic idea that Leon could be into him, instead of just too quick-witted for his own good. Chris took a swig of his water, not feeling particularly thirsty yet. Contrary to Leon’s claims, the other at least seemed like he was exhausted, Chris himself had called for a break once over the course of the afternoon they spent in the BSAA gym, while Leon had interrupted their sparring every half an hour, just to compulsively sip at his water bottle and pace over the linoleum floor, rolling his wrists back and forth. If Chris didn’t know better, he’d have said, Leon was nervous, the whole behaviour feeling just slightly enough out of character to peak Chris' instincts.

Chris screwed the cap back on, setting the bottle next to him on the bench, watching Leon pace, like he couldn’t stand to be still. His clothes hung loosely on him, the arms of the shirt swaying with the motion of walking and Chris wondered when Leon had become so thin. Even his face seemed sharper than before, his cheeks hollowed out and dark shadows beneath his eyes.

“Should we call it for today? I think I’ve had enough humiliation for now.” Chris grinned, getting up himself and stretching his arms above his head. 

Leon turned his head towards him, like he hadn’t quite understood what he’d said, his fingers fiddling with his own water bottle, as if he hadn't decided yet, if he was still thirsty. 

“Are you sure? We’ve only been here for a few hours.” 

The low neckline of his shirt exposed his collarbone, standing out like the edge of a knife and a pang of worry and guilt shot through Chris’ abdomen. When had he last seen Leon eat? Chris struggled to remember, last time the other had asked him to join him for dinner, Chris had had to decline. 

“It’s fine, I think I’ll need some time to practice anyway.” He smiled, rapping his knuckles against Leon’s shoulder, as he passed him. The other’s hand automatically wandered to the spot he had touched, skimming his fingers over it – like it ached – before dropping it back to his hip. Leon licked his lips for the sixteenth time.

“Aren’t you starving? It feels like my stomach is eating itself.” Chris joked, when Leon didn’t answer, following him on silent feet, his steps ever light where Chris’ were heavy. 

“I could eat something, do you want to have dinner together?” His words sounded measured, as if Leon had to hold back from coming off as too eager.

In the meantime they had reached the locker rooms, where they’d left their street clothes. Chris was already peeling the tight shirt off his sticky skin, when he searched for a towel to bring into the shower with him. 

“If you have the time for it. I owe you dinner anyway.” Chris answered nonchalantly, while he dug out the shower gel from the bottom of his duffle bag.

“Yeah, sure.” Leon breathed out, before taking another sip from his bottle. 

Chris noted how his hand shook a little, making the water inside quiver and bubble. He bit his lip guiltily, wondering if he had gone too hard on Leon, or if he missed some cue that he’d had enough for the day. He knew how proud and stubborn he could be about things like that and usually Chris kept an eye out exactly because of Leon’s tendency to overexert himself, but this time he seemed to have tripped up. 

“Don’t you want to shower?” 

Chris glanced at the sportswear still on him, wet and probably uncomfortable, now that they were cooling off. Leon shrunk under his gaze, like he’d rather be invisible, looking to the side past where Chris stood with his bare chest and towel slung around his shoulders.

“I’ll shower when I’m home.” He mumbled.

“Do you hate our showers this much, or is the great Leon Kennedy suddenly growing shy?” Chris quipped, already pulling his socks off and resigning himself to quickly wash himself down while Leon waited. He didn’t know how the DSO handled things, but after his time in the air force and later at the BSAA, Chris had been quick to lose his inhibitions, when it came to communal showers. No use holding on to a false sense of shame, when everyone in there was as desperate to just get clean as he was.

“I’m not shy, I just-” Chris could see the gears in his head turning, brows pinched tight, while he tried to come up with a suitable excuse, before he decided to put him out of his misery.

“I was joking, give me five minutes and we can go get dinner.” 

Chris turned back to his duffle, throwing his socks inside. Next to him Leon was still shuffling around, arms crossed and head downcast. For all his quips and flirts, he’d fallen silent fast this time. He looked back up to him, worry simmering in his gut, something didn’t feel right but Chris couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Do you want to get changed, or…?” He trailed off, glancing between the unopened bag on the bench next to his own and Leon, who was very pointedly not looking at him. 

His clothes sagged on him, hanging from his hips and shoulders and obscuring the figure beneath. Chris didn’t remember if Leon had always worn casual clothes like this, or if it was a new quirk of his. They did look strange on him either way, too big in all the wrong places and yet too short at the ankles.

“I’m on it, go shower already.” He waved him off. 

Bending down to undo the zipper, Leon’s hands shook, though Chris didn’t think Leon would appreciate if he mentioned it. So he turned to sort through his spare clothing instead. The moment he had averted his eyes, Leon hiccuped like he’d been startled by something, one hand snapping forward to grip the bench’s backrest. 

Chris examined him for a second, as Leon straightened himself back up, all colour draining from his face.

“Everything alright?” He asked, laying one hand on Leon’s shoulder.

There was still muscle broadening his shoulders. taut and strong but beneath that, Chris felt nothing but skin and bone. It sent a wave of shock through his system, that he fought not to let show, as Leon swayed on the spot.

“Leon, you don’t look so good.” He exclaimed, alarmed by the sight of his glazed over eyes.

His inhale shuddered on the way in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again. Then, before Chris could say anything else, Leon’s icy fingers brushed his biceps, slipping on his bare skin, as his eyes rolled upwards and he crumpled on the spot. 

Chris stepped forward, catching Leon beneath his arms and easing him downwards, the other boneless in his arms. Chris had expected the heavy weight of someone packed with muscle and used to fighting things thrice their size. He had expected to hold the man who’d pointed a gun at his face in China, a solid force that rivaled his own. But instead Leon was nearly lightweight, the sharp edges of his bones digging into Chris, as he put him down gently.

This was not normal, not by a long shot.

Chris held two fingers against his pulse point, feeling for the fluttering heartbeat at his neck and wondered how all of this had gone unnoticed. Whether it was by accident, or on purpose aside, he would’ve thought the DSO did regular health screenings to avoid stuff like this happening, especially on the job. Leon was lucky they’d just been sparring and he wasn’t being chased down by the latest mutant freak.

Chris pulled his duffle from the bench to place Leon’s feet on it, before pulling his shirt back on, foregoing his showering plans in favour of finding out what was wrong with Leon. He watched his breathing closely, noting how his ribcage stood out, while his stomach curved inward. This was malnourishment at best and starvation at worst, Chris couldn’t believe it, how did nobody notice?! How did he not pick up on it? The ever persistent question remained, what had happened? It couldn’t be intentional, right?!

In the end, Leon wasn’t out for too long, his eyelids fluttering, before he squinted against the artificial lights from above. Leon trembled slightly, the chill of the floor soaking into his bones, as he tried to orient himself. 

Chris was a shadow in the corner of his eye, black spots still flooding his vision while he tried to blink them away, though Chris' voice was clear in his droning ears. 

“Do you want to sit up?”

The question was hesitant, Chris scared to make Leon faint again, though he also couldn’t stand how uncomfortable the other looked, goosebumps down his arms and blinking lazily.

Leon nodded mutely, his nails scratching on the tiles, while he tried to get them beneath him to push himself up. Chris touched him gently, guiding his back to lean against the nearest wall. His heart hammered in his chest, even though Leon being conscious should’ve eased his anxiety. But how could he know what to do now, how to get Leon talking without him shutting down completely.

“How are you feeling?” It was a start, maybe if Leon could be honest, he could ask more daring questions later. 

“Dizzy-” 

He licked his lips again and Chris took it as a sign to hand him some of his water, Leon’s own bottle already empty. They didn’t exchange any more words for a while, just sitting on the floor in silence. 

Then:”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Chris wasn’t sure if Leon ran out of thought or breath first, regardless he shook his head, dismissing the apology.

“Don’t worry about it.” He paused, warily. “But Leon, when did you last eat?”

“Just this morning.”

Lie. His intuition replied, without Chris even having to track the obvious tells Leon exhibited whenever he came up with an excuse on the spot. His eyes had flitted to Chris’ left, while he had pushed the black earring in his lobe back and forth, it’d been a nervous habit of his, ever since they’d met, though it almost never saw the light of day. Except for when Leon was flying by the seat of his pants, trapped in a social situation he didn’t want to be in.

“I must be coming down with something, it’d probably be better if I went back to my hotel.” Leon spoke timidly, which did not agree with Chris at all.

He’d rather have him lie and bark at him, instead of ducking his head like this, using avoidance to cope. When Leon began pulling himself up at the bench to his right, Chris tenderly pushed him back down, keeping his palm placed on his shoulder before he began speaking again. 

“I really don’t care if I catch the flu from you, let’s just skip the showers and get some food first.” 

Leon’s eyes swam with uncertainty, like he couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, or maybe like he didn’t know if he wanted what Chris was proposing. Either way, Chris wasn’t about to send him off alone like this. 

When Leon proceeded to stare at him with tired blue eyes, he decided to break the tension and get up first, before offering his hand for Leon to take. He pulled him up slowly, holding on to him, even after he was standing again, waiting for another dizzy spell to send Leon stumbling.

“I’m fine Chris, you know I always bounce right back.” Leon had the audacity to smile at him when he said it, brushing aside his arms like they hadn’t kept him from crashing right into the floor less than five minutes ago. 

“I know.”

That was what worried him so much on top of everything else. What would it take for Leon to pull the brakes? And how bad did it have to get for the people around him to stop pushing him to his limits? Chris feared rock bottom for Leon would always end at six feet deep, if no one kept him from digging.

But first food. He could still turn this around, if only he could get him to eat.

“Let’s get going, I know a place you’d like.”