Still chasing ghosts?

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Okay." He let his arms drop to his sides. "So... You working tonight?"

"Like I said, I'm kinda swamped. I have to make a report for tomorrow, which I almost forgot again."

"Would it help of I was with you? And every time you get distracted, I'll ask how you're doing on your report? I'll make you coffee too. And I can make cookies, I'll bring the ingredients. What do you think?"

"Chris, I don't know... All I know is that Hunnigan will have my head, if I don't get it done"

"I can see how me baking in your kitchen could be distracting... I'll just let you be, then. Hopefully we can spend some time together soon. I miss you, is all."

"Rain check?"

"Definitely. Let me know when you have some free time. Or if you need anything. And I mean it, anything. I'll be there for you."

"Sure. I will."

He smiled and nodded. "I'll be looking forward to hearing from you. Here's my number... My last phone got blown up..."

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Okay." He let his arms drop to his sides. "So... You working tonight?"

"Like I said, I'm kinda swamped. I have to make a report for tomorrow, which I almost forgot again."

"Would it help of I was with you? And every time you get distracted, I'll ask how you're doing on your report? I'll make you coffee too. And I can make cookies, I'll bring the ingredients. What do you think?"

"Chris, I don't know... All I know is that Hunnigan will have my head, if I don't get it done"

"I can see how me baking in your kitchen could be distracting... I'll just let you be, then. Hopefully we can spend some time together soon. I miss you, is all."

"Rain check?"

"Definitely. Let me know when you have some free time. Or if you need anything. And I mean it, anything. I'll be there for you."

"Sure. I will."

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Okay." He let his arms drop to his sides. "So... You working tonight?"

"Like I said, I'm kinda swamped. I have to make a report for tomorrow, which I almost forgot again."

"Would it help of I was with you? And every time you get distracted, I'll ask how you're doing on your report? I'll make you coffee too. And I can make cookies, I'll bring the ingredients. What do you think?"

"Chris, I don't know... All I know is that Hunnigan will have my head, if I don't get it done"

"I can see how me baking in your kitchen could be distracting... I'll just let you be, then. Hopefully we can spend some time together soon. I miss you, is all."

"Rain check?"

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Okay." He let his arms drop to his sides. "So... You working tonight?"

"Like I said, I'm kinda swamped. I have to make a report for tomorrow, which I almost forgot again."

"Would it help of I was with you? And every time you get distracted, I'll ask how you're doing on your report? I'll make you coffee too. And I can make cookies, I'll bring the ingredients. What do you think?"

"Chris, I don't know... All I know is that Hunnigan will have my head, if I don't get it done"

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"Okay." He let his arms drop to his sides. "So... You working tonight?"

"Like I said, I'm kinda swamped. I have to make a report for tomorrow, which I almost forgot again."

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

He held his arms out again. "One more chance, you want one?" He smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

He put his arms down. "Fair enough. Sorry..." He. Scratched the back of his head. "Everyone needs a hug once in a while, right?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

"Hey, can I give you a hug?" He held his arms out.

"Eh? No.. Why?"

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. It's just different when someone else makes it for you, ya know? Out of care for you. It just feels nice."

"It's a joke, Chris. Don't worry."

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."

"Hey, it's what Redfields are known for." He smiled before his expression softened. "Thank you, Leon. I am stubbornly your friend. You need anything at all, I'll be there for you. It could be anything. Like, when's the last time you had a nice meal? I could go buy some groceries and give you a home cooked meal to lift your spirits. Anything you need, you name it. I'm on it."

"I can see that. And don't insult me like that, I can cook a nice meals for myself, if I want to"

How can you be so overstimulated and understimulated at the same that you don't know whether you just want to lie on the floor in the dark or get railed so hard that you see stars?

"Are you saying you want me to rail you? I wouldn't say no."

"Last time I saw you, you tried to put a bullet in my head. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember that. Did it have to do with my brain injury? Either way, I'm very sorry... Could you ever forgive me? I'll do what I can for you. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

"After the amnesia thing in China, you and Piers chased Ada. It's in the past, just surprised about the 180 turn."

"I'm really sorry, Leon. I never want to hurt you. You're important to me."

"...Well, I'm alive, so I guess it's fine."

"What if I buy you dinner? I know it's not much but, it's a start?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah... Uh... We'll go wherever you want. My treat."

"Dammit, Redfield, I'm not that intimidating. How about a drink?"

"... I wanted to talk to you about that... I'm worried about you, Leon. I mean, to carry a flask? That's sort of a lot... I'm not trying to judge you or anything, I understand trying to self medicate... But... Does your body shake when you don't drink? Do you drink every day? I don't want you to die from liver failure or withdrawals... How bad is it?"

"It sounds like a judgment. Yeah, I carry a flask: it helps with nerves. Yes, my body shakes all the time. Yeah, I take a sip or two daily. I haven't died yet."

"I don't judge you at all. I'll tell you something only Claire knows about me... When I briefly lived in France, I took pills to knock myself out, and so I wouldn't dream... I took a handful each night. Not prescription either... Claire helped me stop. But I'm telling you because I want you to understand that I really am not judging you at all. And I've been in a similar place. I care about you, man. A lot." He patted his shoulder. "And if you're already shaking like that, well, that's really dangerous..." He gave a concerned and sincere expression.

"So you get it, then. Everything we do sucks, and there's no fucking end to it. Why is it so bad that I want to relax? Also, that's a lot coming from a man who smokes. Those things also kill you."

"You're right..." He took his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and held it up. "What if I quit smoking, and you quit drinking with hospital supervision to keep you safe? That way, we can motivate each other. I'll crush these and throw them away right now." He looked Leon in the eyes. "Leon... If you withdraw from the alcohol without a doctor and the right medicine, you'll die. And of you keep drinking like this, your liver will fail, and you will die. I don't want to lose you. I won't leave your side. I'll be with you the whole way. I'll do anything to help you. I just want you alive, safe and healthy. Happy, we can work on that together. Let's spend more time together. We can spar to blow off steam, work out together, watch movies, whatever. Just as long as you're not isolating and I'm not spiraling... We need each other, Leon. I need you and I care about you. Please let me help you get help. Please accept it... Please. We can find ways to help each other that doesn't involve deadly substances. No more cigarettes, no more knock out pills, no more alcohol. I'll stop drinking too. I'll never drink again if you don't. That's a promise. And again, I'll get rid of the cigarettes." He crushed the pack of cigarettes in his fist and threw them into the nearest trash can. "See? I'm serious about helping you. I want you to be healthy... And I don't want you to die... Please, Leon. Work with me. You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you. Whatever you need. Let me know."

"If you have to keep drinking so you don't get the shakes, that means your body is addicted, and you could die... I just don't want to lose you, Leon... You're important to me. I want to show you that. How can I?"

"You're getting quite sappy, Chris. I'm not dying. It's fine."

"It's not fine..." He looked even more worried. "And yeah, I have been called a sap before. But is that such a bad thing? It's just... I've already lost Piers... Damien... Cathy... I don't wanna lose anyone else. And you, you're different... Special... I just want you to be okay. And I'll do anything to help you be okay. Whatever you need, you call me. Please. I don't want you to spend your life drinking alone in the dark and depressed... You deserve better than that."

"I wasn't saying you haven't lost anyone, I know you have. I just don't want to lose you... You're too important to me... I would be devastated, I don't know what I would do... If you died... I just want you to know how much I care about you. I want you to know you're not alone. I want to spend more time with you in general. Why don't we go see a movie or something? My treat. I'll buy you all the popcorn and snacks you want. And you pick the movie. How's that sound?"

"You have Claire. I know I'm not alone, I think. Anyway, I don't know, I'm kinda swamped. You know how DSO is."

"Damn... We'll do a rain check then. I owe you a movie when you're done." He smiled at him. "And you also have Claire, you know. You have Rebecca and Jill, and Sherrie too. And you have me, whether you like it or not." He smirked. "But seriously... Call me anytime, for anything. I'll hop on a plane, I'll come running if I have to. Please just, don't hesitate to reach out. Okay?"

"Sure. Damn, you both are so stubborn. Fine, I'll try."