Chris sets down his glass and raises his hand. A pretty blond girl brings him a replacement, the golden liquid lapping at the edges as she set it in front of him and quietly removed his other glass. The staff here knew better than to try and talk to him. They left him in his dark corner of solitude to brood about his past. Chris grasps the glass and takes a large swig, the amber ale cooling his hoarse throat.
The time he spent with Leon after the events that occurred the past year was very limited. A sad smirk graces his lips as he thinks of the stupid reason they had gone their separate ways. Mostly because of his own hot-headed selfishness. He should have known he didn't deserve someone as kind, and as good as Leon in his life. He'd spent almost every night in the past 10 months in this bar, thinking of all the things he should have done differently. He lets out a soft sigh and bows his head.
Leon's sitting at the window seat in the economy class on the flight back to Washington D.C. The flights estimated time is a little over 4 hours. Leon rests his chin on his hand and stares out into the darkness of almost thirty thousand feet, his reflection staring back at him in the dim light of the fuselage. It is quiet, most of the people on the plane in a deep sleep. He never could sleep on a plane. Perhaps it was the fact that he had already been on three other flights that had crashed. Call it paranoia, but he would rather be ready for anything.
In just a few days it would be the anniversary of Wesker's death. In that time, Leon had spent quite a bit of it thinking. He still held several confusing feelings about the blond inside him. He tried not to dwell on it but... it seemed every time he let his mind wander, it always, always, went back to Wesker. The man was a small part of the reason that Leon had abandoned his furlough with Chris and went back into the field. He had to keep himself busy. The other reason, though...
He sits up and stretches, the muscles in his shoulders and back flexing. His wings are stiff, folded up between the linings of his leather jacket. He'd cut two long slits along the polyester fabric of the inside, so they could stay hidden as well as stay out of the way. He leans back and sighs, taking up his previous position.