#{{poor man

Aaaaaah, but also Sherlock Holmes, fucking twenty seconds earlier: If you were John Watson, I suddenly couldn't keep my hands off you (Nor his eyes off. Sherlock, there are clients in that room!)

“Again,” Leon says quietly, standing behind you in the kitchen with patient hands guiding your wrist. His voice is devastatingly steady.

“Thumb here. Turn into the weak point.”

You try it. Mess it up on purpose a little because every time you do, he sighs softly and steps closer.

Leon Kennedy standing behind you in gray sweatpants and an old academy shirt, broad chest warm against your back while he carefully repositions your hands, might actually be God’s most dangerous creation.

“C’mere,” he murmurs eventually, voice roughening as he reaches around you again. “You’re thinkin’ too hard.”

His fingers slide slowly over your knuckles, adjusting your grip with impossible gentleness for a man trained to kill people efficiently.

He handles you like something precious, even while teaching you violence.

You finally manage to twist out of his grip correctly, and he gives you this proud little smile that nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.

“There she is,” he says softly. “Knew you could do it.”

You laugh, flushed and triumphant, and Leon just looks at you for a second too long.

“Christ.”

“What?”

His thumb brushes absently over the inside of your wrist where he’s still holding your hand.

The way he looks at you suddenly has absolutely nothing to do with self defense anymore.

Dana: So ... what did happen to where you got a scalpel in your foot?

Yolanda: well I was letting this intern do a chest tube and when she went to hand it back ... curplunk

Dana: why were you letting her do a chest tube if she's an intern?

Yolanda: Uh cause she wanted to

Dana: Honey I've seen you push interns into walls after they mildly piss you off, the fact that you're this calm makes me think there's smthn else

Yolanda: I mean what else is there. She's an adorable ambitious intern who i happen to actually like and stabbed me in the foot. She even helped me clean up after

Dana: Wow did your heart grow 3 sizes?

Yolanda: Har har very funny. You know not every surgeon is a mythic bitch

Dana: But you are like 90% of the time

Yolanda: HEY ... I'm nice to the nurses

Dana: i know, I was talking about doctors which is exactly why I'm curious as to why you're so oh lala about this intern. Is she cute?

Yolanda: Model level

Dana: oh

Yolanda: Like objectively

Dana: hmm yeah okay "objectively"

Yolanda: So you're gonna sit here and tell me Santos is ugly

Dana: OHHH So Langdon wasn't lying

Yolanda: Listen it's not like I have a crush or anything. I just like looking at her and being near her and i guided her through her through a fasciotomy so i could hold her hand. Like platonically

Dana: Yolanda, sweetheart, I have two daughters who both had their secret boyfriends from me cause I didn't let them have any, so don't play in my face with this platonic hand holding bs

Yolanda: It's not bullshit. She wants to double board in surgery and I'm simply coaching her. Plus I think Shamsi would like her

Dana: I don't rhink Shamsi would be a fan of your Grey's Anatomy lesbian fuckery

Yolanda: Wow during Pride month

Dana: Yolanda it's fucking September

Yolanda: Well it's June somewhere

Dana: In a Crack house somewhere

Yolanda: like I said, it's June somewhere

Dana: Well you're all done, don't go making out with Santos in the supply closet

Yolanda: Dana wait

Dana: Yeahhhh

Yolanda: Do you think she's gay?

Dana: Jesus, Mary and Jospeh you're already a lost cause

Yolanda: Dana I really need your opinion on this

Dana: in my opinion go sweep her up into another case, preferably one that doesn't inherently involve scalpel foreplay

Yolanda: That's a really great idea Dana

Dana: Yeah yeah just save extra cake for me at the wedding