"I suppose you'll be heading out soon, huh?" Leon asked, staring up at the ceiling.
"Of course." Chuck answered from the doorway.
They both were in one of the rooms filled with broken slot machines. Leon was leaned against an empty table, arms crossed in thought. Chuck was standing in front of the door, keeping an eye on the possible psycho.
"Do you plan on sleeping at all?" Leon finally looked at him. Chuck shook his head.
"I swear you're gunna collapse ya fuckin robot." Leon chuckled. Chuck watched him boredly.
"How long you gunna stand there? It's weird." Leon stretched. Chuck just leaned against the wall. This made Leon frown. He walked over to the man in yellow and flicked his chest.
"Cmon. Say something. Don't just stand staring." He sighed.
"Not until you tell me what's going on here. Why're you still here? I don't trust you." Chuck crossed his arms.
"After I saved you and told you where that damn zombrex was!? Damn, you're so paranoid!" Leon whined. Chuck sighed.
"As you said, you killed a man, tried to kill me, what you said before the show, how you always act like you wanna kill me."
"You're just stupid is all." Was Leon's only retort. Chuck frowned.
"You usually have some pretty terrible arguments Leon."
"And you're just terrible in general!" Leon laughed.
"Oh? Why were you such a big fan of someone who's so *terrible* hm?" Chuck smiled, knowing he had him beat. Leon frowned, trying to think of a response.
"Well I need to get goin'." Chuck turned to leave. Leon quickly grabbed him.
"Oh? Leaving me all by myself? What happen to all that distrust?" Leon smirked.
"Shut up, would you?" Chuck said annoyed. Leon chuckled before Stacey came in.
"Chuck there's something you might wanna come see." Is all she said before going back to the security room. Chuck shrugged Leon off and followed her.
"Dammit..." Leon mumbled to himself. Leon had screwed himself over plenty when it came to Chuck. All the scenarios he had played out in his head were far from reality. He had hoped that, at most, they'd be friendly. Perhaps Vegas had dulled his morals more than Chuck's. But as Leon thought of it, Chuck was still acting weak for the situation. It must be that damn kid of his making him so sympathetic. If it weren't for her, everything would be going as planned; he'd have Chuck in the palm of his hand.
"Leon? Answer me." Chuck hit his arm. Leon jumped a tad.
"What? Fuck." Leon turned toward him.
"I asked if you were coming this time." Chuck looked at him like he was crazy. Leon ran his hand through his hair and nodded.
"Yeah. Course. Who else would save your ass?" Leon said walking past him and in the direction of the way out.
"So back to south plaza?" Leon asked as he stretched.
"Yeah. That's where they are." Chuck answered, making his way across Fortune park towards the hotel. Leon sighed and caught up to him.
"You're so impatient. You need to loosen up." Leon said casually.
"Sorry, I'd love to waste time wandering around and listen to you spout idiocy while a couple people die trying to fight off these damn zombies." Chuck quickly snapped. Leon chuckled, surprised by it.
"Damn. Someone's grouchy." Leon said as he held the door open for Chuck. He got a sigh in return. Soon they were back walking through south plaza. A few screams could be heard in the distance. Without a word, Chuck quickly followed them to find Terri protecting Willa. Chuck got to work killing the zombies attacking them. Just as Leon went to help, chuck pushed him back.
"Just go help Willa, would you?" He said angrily. Leon wanted to hit him so bad because of it but did as he was told.
Soon there were plenty of corpses on the ground. Chuck talked with Terri for a moment before walking over to Willa and Leon.
"OK. We should get going. Willa, here, I can help you to the safe house." Chuck smiled as he offered. Willa happily accepted and they headed back to the safehouse.
"Shit! When did this even- how bad does it hurt?!" Leon freaked out when he saw a large scratch on Chuck's shoulder.
"Its fine. Don't worry about it. I need to get back out there." Chuck shrugged it off and went to grab his jacket. Leon grabbed his arm.
"No, not until you get this fixed up. Damn, that looks painful." He said as he looked over the shorter man's arm. This must've happen when the idiot wouldn't let him help fend off the zombies when they rescued Terri and Wilma.
"I said its fine! I gotta-"
"Shut the hell up and sit down. I'm sure that one guys got some bandages. Don't fucking move OK?" Leon said as he left to go find Sven. He found him taking care of Wilma.
"Hey, you! Looks, I need some bandages for Chuck." Leon ordered. Sven quickly turned.
"What happened? Is he OK?" Sven asked worriedly.
"Just hand them over. I got this." Leon said impatient. Sven frowned and dug them out of a nearby bag.
"You better hope its not worse than you think." Sven warned. Leon scoffed and hurried back. He stopped when he saw Stacey there looking at Chuck's arm. He glared and quickly walked over. He pushed her out of the way and held up the bandages.
"Got them for ya, Chuckie." Leon smiled.
"Hey, excuse you!" Stacey snapped. Leon ignored her and happily got to taking care of Chuck's injury. Chuck sighed.
"You're such a dick Leon." He mumbled. Stacey smiled in agreement and went back to the security room.
"She's the bitch." He replied as he focused on doing his best to help Chuck out.
"How," Chuck smiled, "when she's watching my kid yet you're bugging me constantly?"
"Hey, you invited me to come that time." Leon frowned.
"Cause you'd be pissed if I hadn't. I'd rather you follow me around then bitch about it all the time later." Chuck smirked.
"I'm always pissed at you." Leon replied as he finished up on Chuck's arm.
"Yeah, that explains why you just helped me."
"I'm pissed I had to help you."
"Suuure," Chuck rolled his eyes, "but I told you you didn't have to and its fine."
"What if one of those freaks' blood got in your cut huh? You're screwed! You'd be one of them and I just know I'd have to be the one to finish you off and I don't know if I could, dammit. You know how much that'd suck!? A lot! I mean, damn! What kinda way would that be to go out anyways!? 'Oh I got zombie blood in this dumb cut cause I don't know how to fuckin think!'" Leon mocked.
"I mean shit Chuck. Think about how this would affect everyone- affect me! You selfish bastard. Dammit. I swear you just think too much or too little and it makes you fuck up everything. Don't think enough about yourself, think too much of everyone else. You make me fucking-"
Chuck got the point of Leon's little speech, and, if Leon had continued, that'd just have been a waste of energy on them both. So Chuck grabbed the man and kissed him. Leon was so surprised he couldn't move. Chuck had expected to either be completely rejected or completely embraced after that. Instead, Leon just stood there stunned. Chuck took a step back.
"Oh my fuck..." Leon mumbled, "did you just...?" Leon pointed to his lips in disbelief. Chuck sighed.
"You're not that fucking stupid." He crossed his arms.
"But you're not... That crazy." Leon replied still not believing it. Chuck shrugged.
"I figured you deserved it after everything. I mean, it's kinda obvious that ya wanted it right?" Chuck smirked. Leon frowned.
"Shut up. You don't know shit." Leon nearly spat at him.
"I know you, ah, humped your bike to my name." Chuck held back a laugh.
"I was making fun of you, dumbass!"
"Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy." Chuck said as he looked over his bandaged shoulder. He hissed when Leon hit where the cut was.
"Bastard." Chuck glared. Leon smiled and quickly kissed the unsuspecting man. Chuck took a moment before returning it. It was actually rather nice. He didn't know what exactly to expect, but he didn't think he'd like it. A little more forceful than necessary. Just as he felt the hand on his hip he pulled away.
"I gotta go. I got stuff to do." Chuck quickly said and attempted to make for the door. Leon quickly stopped him and kissed him again.
"Leon dammit... Some other time. I gotta go. I can't-"
"OK dammit! Fuck! Go get eaten then!" Leon snapped. Chuck frowned.
"Leon, you know-"
"Just get going. Shit to do. I'll be right here, doing absolutely fucking nothing." Leon said as he went and sat down. Chuck threw his hands up in surrender.
"Be that way. I've more important things than waste my time with a stubborn, selfish idiot like you." Chuck quickly grabbed his jacket and left.