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( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )

Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.

Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.

He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.

He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.

At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.

Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.

And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.

You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.

He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.

“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.

“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.

“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.

“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.

“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”

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