Leon Kennedy walked through the darkened house. He wasn't exactly used to being awake at 3 in the morning on his days off. Stretching, he noticed a light coming from under the bathroom door.
"That's strange, I could have sworn I turned off all the lights." As he crept closer to the door Leon kept wishing that he had his trusty handgun in its holster.
"Jesus Christ, Kennedy. Get a hold of yourself." Then again Leon had justification for being jumpy and trigger happy. Saving the president's daughter from a crazed cult and a horde of flesh-eating zombies had that effect on people. When he opened the door, Leon was greeted by a thick curtain of steam obscuring his vision.
"So the burglar wanted to take a shower?" he mused, almost laughing at the ridiculous thought, "Let's give whoever it is a nice warm welcome," he inched closer until his hand pressed against the glass door of the shower. Quickly opening the sliding door, Leon was granted by quite a pleasant surprise.
Inside the shower was none other than Chris Redfield.
"You know, Leon, if you had wanted to join me, all you had to do was ask," Chris smirked as his bewildered companion.
"Chris Redfield, you son of a bitch! What the hell were you thinking? If I had had my gun you wouldn't be standing there smirking at me right now."
"Then I guess that makes me one lucky man. Now, it's obvious that you have had a rough night, how about getting in and at least attempting to relax for a change?" The platinum blonde sighed in defeat, underneath all the muscles and tough-guy attitude was a man with a good heart. Shedding his boxers, he stepped into the spray of the shower, enjoying the searing heat.
"Leon…" Chris began, massaging the knots out of the smaller man's shoulders, "I know these last few months haven't been easy for you, but at some point you have to let go."
"I don't think I can. Every time I close my eyes all I see are the corpses," he replied, shrugging away from Chris, looking like a scared child. Chris sighed and looked to the tile floor; what Leon described was all too familiar to him as well. They had both worked for the government, had both worked toward the same goal of eradicating the T-virus. Though they had never met until a happenstance meeting at a mandatory support group, they shared the same suffering. They became close friends quickly and a romance between them bloomed. Chris pulled the smaller man to him, locking him in a hug both of comfort and desperation. In the end, they were all that each other had left.
"I love you, Chris," Leon said, the spray from the shower just barely masking the tears streaming down his face.
"I love you too," Chris replied as he tilted Leon's face upward, "And you and I will both make it through this, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming." He planted a kiss on the tip of Leon's nose, smiling.