#ic:leon

Leon does relax a little at Lena's assurance.

"Hrm... well, it's just rum now," he says with a frown, before mostly standing up from (and somewhat rolling off) the couch. He grabs the bottle and pads toward the kitchen.

"But I'll make you something that actually tastes good."

His walk is fine, considering how off-balance he feels, but once in the kitchen he takes a moment at the counter to reorient himself. Thankfully he'd left the Mai Tai ingredients out and wouldn't have to search for them.

Leon lets out an awkward chuckle with his question-- he's found that despite Ryuko being one friend he has actually somewhat kept in touch with prior to... everything... After it all he's just not sure how to interact with people, more so than ever-- and it feels even more apparent with those he knew before.

That said, he does order them another set of drinks.

Should help, no?

Leon lets out a sigh, feeling empathetic but knowing he's not equipped to answer Gabriel's wish for inner peace– if anyone is, he's sure it wouldn't be him. He doesn't even have his own, after all.

However…

With a decisive rap of his nails on the kitchen countertop, he turns and begins preparing something. Rather than his own usual go-to of a large tumbler filled with iced coffee of some sort, he's procuring a kettle and rifling through the stash of tea in the cupboards.

"As far as sleep goes," he finally speaks as he reads over the boxes. "I'm sure I, or Dr. Ziegler, could find something to help you with that, even if only temporarily…" He clears his throat, shooting a glance to the other, as if to gauge whether or not it was crossing a line to suggest a medicinal aid. Maybe Gabe wasn't really looking for a solution, maybe he's tried more than Leon knows? Maybe the suggestion of something so practical is an insult to what he's really dealing with…?

Leon sipped the last of his iced coffee as the airship landed, giving the cup a few shakes to get the last drops from under the ice. He set the cup down in his cupholder, and stood, giving all of his gear a quick once-over before exiting the craft, just a few strides behind Angela.

The two had been sent to an area just on the edge of London to collect some records as well as provide assistance to some of the doctors in the area following an attack just a few days ago. There didn’t seem to be too many life-threatening injuries, thankfully, but the medical offices were full, so the doctors there requested some help in exchange. 

Leon was happy to help, however he was currently tasked with receiving and securing the data from Angela’s contact a bit further into the city, and sending it back to base before rejoining the doctor to aid at the hospital. 

In his comparatively short time doing field missions with Overwatch, he's had a lot of close calls, witnessed a lot of gruesome injuries, and even had a time or two where he wasn't sure that someone would make it back to base alive.

But this... he'd never had to leave anyone behind, not knowing their status. And he did not handle it well.

He had tried to find her, a streaming mist through the fray and rubble around the base of that skyscraper, but it was no use. As soon as he re-formed to try and get a better visual, he was pulled away, coaxed (with some force) back into their airship.

He had spent the day and a half since then distracted and irritable, enough so that Angela had asked him to leave the medbay until he could get ahold of himself.

He resorted, then, to holing himself up on the practice range and in the simulations Winston had put together a while back. He's exhausted, but he knows he's not going to be able to sleep unless he just...can't go anymore.

Leon is leaving the simulation area to access the panel to adjust its difficulty when he spies Lena.

He bounds over, immediately grabbing her in as tight a hug as he can muster.

"What the hell," is Leon's immediate reaction upon entering the room.

He had known (much to his annoyance) that for some godforsaken reason their cover for this mission was to act like a couple, but he hadn't realized how far their supervisor had gone for it-- or how... obnoxious the room would be.

He doesn't love the whole premise of their cover, either, but he thinks it's something he could handle given the right partner. But he knows this is out of Ookurikara's comfort zone, so he isn't sure it's really the best course of action. They might have to come up with some way to pivot.

"Up to you."

He does appreciate the gesture-- he would be fine letting Ookurikara have the bed, but he won't push over it too much. Leon would certainly feel it the next morning if he slept on the floor.

He sets his suitcase aside and begins his usual check for cameras, microphones, and other monitoring devices planted around the room. It's not necessarily part of protocol, and it might in fact be bordering on paranoid, but he knows he's not going to be able to relax at all if he doesn't.

[ angsty injury things … sentence starters ]

Leon is generally pretty decent at escaping danger unscathed. So long as he's alert, it's easy to dodge a bullet when you can just dissolve so it can just pass through your molecules. But he apparently hadn't been so lucky this time. He'd opened his eyes to a dizzyingly painful headache, one that overshadowed any wounds he might've had on his body. Judging by that and the blood soaking his tangled dark tresses, he'd had his bell rung pretty damn hard.

His legs are fine, he thinks at least, but his balance is tanked and so as strong as his will is to be seeing to anyone else who might be injured... He's got not much choice but to listen.

"My loyalties," Leon lets out a tense huff. Is there really any uncertainty about this?