Mallon

THE tallest man i’ve ever seen in real life just stopped me in the hallway by the coin operated laundry apropos of nothing and asked “which direction are you going?” i said east and he said “good” and walked away.

i caught up with him and asked why and he said “west’s no good right now. i just came from there.”

As long as we've had ROADS or even game trails this

very scene

has played out in brush shelters, shrines, taverns, inns, post stations, and hotel lobbies.

the reason why death island leon is so much sillier than vendetta leon despite the small time gap is because di leon was finally on antidepressants and high as a kite, subsequently having the time of his life

Chris's hands shake as he aims the gun at Dr. Kennedy's head. Sweat runs down his face and gathers at his palms. He tightens his grip to keep the gun from slipping.

Sherry's worried face catches in the corner of his eye, but he doesn't falter. The doctor's pitying smile, the slight tilt of his head, they're meant to diminish his resolve, make him feel crazy. He's not crazy. He's figured it out.

"Chris, put the gun down. Join us for dinner," Leon says. "We've set a place for you."

"Yeah? Who's on the menu tonight?" Chris spits out, words full of malice and anger.

"That hurts, dear," Leon scolds, and a part of Chris believes he might've actually hurt the older man's feelings. A part of him feels bad.

Leon takes a step closer and Chris realizes his aim has fallen. He immediately raises the gun back up to point at his skull. Leon is not deterred. He takes another step.

"Chris," He warns.

Tears gather in Chris's eyes. He had feelings for this man, he still does, but Leon lied to him. He knew what Chris had been through, he knew what Wesker did to him and he still lied.

"I know who you are now!" His voice is betraying him. It's shakey and broken. "Drop the act!"

Leon reaches his hand out and gently cups the side of Chris's face, not caring about the tears that stain his cheeks. Chris leans into the hand, his body moving against his will. He's so consumed and comforted by the gesture that he doesn't notice Leon's other hand taking the gun from him and ejecting the clip.

He's racked with sobs, body shuddering from the force of his cries. Leon takes him into his smaller frame and caresses his head.

"Shhh, shhh. Everything is alright, dear," Leon's voice is so gentle, so full of love and care. The very things Chris has craved for years. Since the accident that took his family away. Leon has always been so adamant in his care. Chris can't fight that. "You'll feel better once you have some food in you."

He's slowly guided to the table. To the place he always assumes when he's invited over for dinner. The seat beside the head of the table, where the good doctor enjoys his meals of course.

Once he's seated, Leon runs his hands over his face and wipes away at his tears.

"Enough of that now, yeah?" His teeth are flashed in his smile.

Dr. Kennedy walks around Chris and takes his seat. He and Sherry watch Chris like hawks. He knows what they're waiting for.

He looks down. A steak dinner, his favorite. They knew he was coming.

It's a simple meal. Just meat, boiled potatoes, and green beans. Leon has never prepared something so down to earth before.

He lifts his shaking, sweaty hands and picks up the perfectly set knife and fork from the table. He can feel eyes burn into him as he cuts the meat. Slowly sawing away at the tender flesh.

It feels like hours, lifting the fork from plate to mouth. The smell is titillating, almost sensual, like most things the doctor does.

He takes a bite.

It's delicious. It isn't steak, but it's delicious.

Chris looks to Leon as he chews. The doctor's expression is lit up with satisfaction. All too pleased with himself, like a cat that's finally caught his mouse. Chris's supposes that's whats happened.

"How is it?" Leon asks.

Chris swallows. "It's not steak."

Leon's smiles grows wider. "And?"

Chris's hands shake as he aims the gun at Dr. Kennedy's head. Sweat runs down his face and gathers at his palms. He tightens his grip to keep the gun from slipping.

Sherry's worried face catches in the corner of his eye, but he doesn't falter. The doctor's pitying smile, the slight tilt of his head, they're meant to diminish his resolve, make him feel crazy. He's not crazy. He's figured it out.

"Chris, put the gun down. Join us for dinner," Leon says. "We've set a place for you."

"Yeah? Who's on the menu tonight?" Chris spits out, words full of malice and anger.

"That hurts, dear," Leon scolds, and a part of Chris believes he might've actually hurt the older man's feelings. A part of him feels bad.

Leon takes a step closer and Chris realizes his aim has fallen. He immediately raises the gun back up to point at his skull. Leon is not deterred. He takes another step.

"Chris," He warns.

Tears gather in Chris's eyes. He had feelings for this man, he still does, but Leon lied to him. He knew what Chris had been through, he knew what Wesker did to him and he still lied.

"I know who you are now!" His voice is betraying him. It's shakey and broken. "Drop the act!"

Leon reaches his hand out and gently cups the side of Chris's face, not caring about the tears that stain his cheeks. Chris leans into the hand, his body moving against his will. He's so consumed and comforted by the gesture that he doesn't notice Leon's other hand taking the gun from him and ejecting the clip.

He's racked with sobs, body shuddering from the force of his cries. Leon takes him into his smaller frame and caresses his head.

"Shhh, shhh. Everything is alright, dear," Leon's voice is so gentle, so full of love and care. The very things Chris has craved for years. Since the accident that took his family away. Leon has always been so adamant in his care. Chris can't fight that. "You'll feel better once you have some food in you."

He's slowly guided to the table. To the place he always assumes when he's invited over for dinner. The seat beside the head of the table, where the good doctor enjoys his meals of course.

Once he's seated, Leon runs his hands over his face and wipes away at his tears.

"Enough of that now, yeah?" His teeth are flashed in his smile.

Dr. Kennedy walks around Chris and takes his seat. He and Sherry watch Chris like hawks. He knows what they're waiting for.

He looks down. A steak dinner, his favorite. They knew he was coming.

It's a simple meal. Just meat, boiled potatoes, and green beans. Leon has never prepared something so down to earth before.

He lifts his shaking, sweaty hands and picks up the perfectly set knife and fork from the table. He can feel eyes burn into him as he cuts the meat. Slowly sawing away at the tender flesh.

It feels like hours, lifting the fork from plate to mouth. The smell is titillating, almost sensual, like most things the doctor does.

He takes a bite.

It's delicious. It isn't steak, but it's delicious.

Chris looks to Leon as he chews. The doctor's expression is lit up with satisfaction. All too pleased with himself, like a cat that's finally caught his mouse. Chris's supposes that's whats happened.

"How is it?" Leon asks.

Chris swallows. "It's not steak."

Leon's smiles grows wider. "And?"