God, why didn't you make us all dogs

💾 Requiem.

mao just wanted to know if there’s something wrong with his ipod

There’s a familiar numbness that makes it’s home in his bones as he opens the door to his apartment. He feels filthy, worn. His body is caked in soot, dried sweat, and blood.

His apartment isn’t empty, he realizes faintly, hearing heavy footsteps shuffling in the kitchen. He makes his way over there in a numb haze, blue eyes landing on Chris’s familiar figure. The taller male is leaning against one of the kitchen countertops, cradling a small mug of what Leon assumes to be coffee in his hands.

Brown eyes meet his gaze, scanning his body, eyes widening with what Leon thinks is concern at the blood on his body. Most of it isn’t his, except for the patch that’s caked into his hair. He had been slammed against a wall, hit his head. He’s probably concussed, but he’s fine.

He’s fine.

Chris obviously doesn’t think so, or finds something on his expression that indicates he isn’t, because he’s setting the mug down and stepping forward, enveloping him in a warm hug, and oh. That’s nice. Leon tenses at first, because of course he does, he can still see reaching, rotting hands reaching for him when he closes his eyes, but he relaxes quickly. Large hands rub circles on his back, making Leon melt a bit more, tucking his head against Chris’s shoulder.

“Bad mission?” Chris murmurs, voice soft from where his mouth is pressed against the crown on his head. Leon doesn’t answer, can’t really find the words to, so he just nods a little. Chris makes an understanding humming sound, soothing.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll feel a bit better then,” Chris says, pulling away just a little, trying to gauge Leon’s reaction. He just nods, letting Chris pull him towards the bathroom.

Actually getting into the tub is a bit of a blur But he’s there, warm water surrounding him. Chris had deemed a bath easier, and Leon agrees now that he’s in it, body feeling almost heavy with exhaustion.

Chris bathes him, which would be more embarrassing if he had the mind to feel more than the fuzzy numbness that plagues him. As it is, it takes a lot to focus on the warm water and warmer hands that scrub at his body.

His a bit more himself by the time Chris starts on his hair, wincing as warm water runs over the area that had been hurt. Chris mutters a soft sorry, taking more care around the area. It feels nice, though, short fingernails scratching at his scalp gently when the other male shampoos his hair. He sputters a bit when water falls in front of his face, huffing at Chris’s gentle laughter.

Eventually, they’re done, though, Leon stepping out of the tub and drying himself down with a towel. Chris had exited the room to grab Leon some clothes, so Leon bundles himself in the towel and enters their shared bedroom.

Once he’s dressed in a soft T-shirt and sweats, he’s settled on the bed. Chris fusses with the wound in his head a bit more, but there’s not much left to do and Leon feels exhaustion weighing him down even more. He doesn’t want to sleep, not yet, knowing nightmares will plague him tonight. Still, his eyes are fighting to stay open, and Chris notices as usual, the ever attentive bastard that he is.

So Leon is being gently tipped sideways, laying on the bed. Chris curls around him, arms coming to loop around his waist, but the hold is loose. Leon would be able to break out of it if he really wanted to. He didn’t.

“C’mon, go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” Chris hums, Pressing a kiss in between Leon’s shoulder blades, and he relaxes a little, letting his eyes close.