They've not said it, but Leon is all but moved in and living with Chris. He sleeps in his bed every night and that morning, when Chris is downstairs making coffee and breakfast, he's left a very small black box open and containing a black ring on the nightstand next to Leon with a note.
Leon, Consider this... Whatever you want it to be. I'd do it the sappy Chris Redfield way, but I have a hunch you would scrunch your nose at me and laugh. I also know how you usually feel about commitment and you know that... I'm not getting any younger and how I feel about commitment. So... Is it an engagement ring? A nice ring from your boyfriend? A reason to run out of my house screaming and never return? You decide. Regardless... I want to marry you and I'm downstairs making you breakfast with coffee. Join me when you finally decide to wake up if your answer isn't running out screaming. In which case... I'm eating your bacon, Kennedy. Love, Chris
Scrunch my nose? His first thought is addled as he’s just awoken. Do I really do that? His bleary blue eyes scan the note, trying to process it fully, but his brain has simply latched onto this little bit of himself Chris has noticed and noted. Why does this one line make his heart thump? He feels a hand rise to his mouth and the irritating prickle of tears in his eyes.
The last time—god, it all fell apart, hadn’t it? Adam, Leon thinks. What if I lose Chris the same way? I can’t… But a counter argument rose like a great sea beast, swallowing the doubts in a tsunami of reassurance.
He is Chris Redfield. The only man on earth harder to kill than you are. Leon reaches for the ring and slides it on, delighted at the fit. He holds it up in front of his eyes and feels his pretty lips pulling into a smile. Grabbing the first shirt he finds draped over a chair, he tosses it over his head and heads hastily follows the smell of breakfast.
“Y-yes—I…” He feels his words catch in his breath, standing, barely dressed in the kitchen doorway, his eyes misty. “Chris… I…”
