(Just realized there was a massive error when this chapter was published, causing a bunch of randomly generated text into the words. Sorry for the problem, hopefully its fixed now!)

"Leon." A rough voice says behind him, and he picks up his pace. A hand grabs his wrist roughly, stopping his escape, and spins him around.

"Let go of me." Leon says, adverting his gaze.

"Just let me talk to you. Please." The voice is soft but pleading.

"Why? Are you going to tell me that I'm a monster again?"

"You know I didn't mean that. Wait, where are your wi-"

"Shut it." Leon cuts him off, subconsciously flexing his back muscles.

"Look at me. Please." Gentle fingers under his chin force him to look up, forcing him to meet the other man's gaze.

"Your eyes.. they're.."

"Human? Normal? What do you want with me?" Leon snaps, his green gaze boring into Chris' own. He'd done his best to try and fit into the human world again, and it had been going just fine until Chris came back into his life.

"I need to tell you how sorry I am. You never answer my calls, or emails."

"Got a new number."

"None of this was necessary. I love you, you know that."

"I don't care. You made your choice and I made mine."

The brunet sighs.

"Come home with me. We can talk properly. Please."

"If I do, you leave me alone."

"But I-"

"Yes or no."

"Yes, alright."

The fingers unwrap from his wrist and Leon sighs in relief as he steps back. He rubs his wrist and follows the brunet to his truck.

The walk to Chris' house isn't a long one, both men surrounded in a tight silence. There were so many things left unsaid between them... Leon shakes his head. It was best not to linger on things more than necessary.

Chris digs into his pocket and produces his keys. He unlocks the door and lets Leon inside, who takes a look around as Chris turns on the lights. The place hadn't changed a bit since he last was here.

Leon's eyes fall on the kitchen. The place he, Chris, and Wesker had shared their final moments together. He thinks about how they playfully bickered at the table, and his heart throbs painfully. He let himself into the bathroom. He rests his hands on the sink basin and stares into the mirror, his eyes falling on the white scar from the corner of his lips across his left cheek.

He remembered collapsing on the brunet's doorstep, half dead and covered in blood. How Chris took him in, cared for him, even though he was a monster, and an absolute mess. Hadn't judged him, at least not then. But things were different then. Things were so much easier.

He clenches his fists. Shakes his head to clear it of the painful memories.

"You can sleep in my bed." Chris is in the doorway, eyes assessing him. Leon pushes past, feeling the brunet's eyes burning his skin.

"Couch is fine, thanks."

There was no way he would sleep in that bed again. Not after everything that happened between them there. Between them and…

He falls back onto the couch and sighs a heavy breath. He was finally starting to feel the effects of a few nights with minimal sleep. He lays across the couch and rests his arms over his eyes.

"Are we going to talk?" The brunet chimes from the doorway.

"Tomorrow."

There is a silence for a few minutes before the couch sags near Leon's feet.

"I've missed you so much."

"I never guessed."

"Cut the smart ass act, Leon. I know you feel the same. I can see right through you."

"Then you really don't know me after all." Leon's voice is bitter and void of emotion.

Another long silence falls over them.

"Why are you hiding who you really are?"

"So I don't have to deal with people like you."

"I told you I didn't mean it, damn it!"

"In the moment you did. Stop trying to convince me otherwise."

Chris sighs. He sounds tired and defeated.

"Im sorry, Leon.. I really am."

The tone of Chris' voice strikes a chord somewhere within him. The agent is quiet for a long moment, contemplating. He takes a long breath, his voice losing some of its malicious tone.

"I know. Go to bed, Chris."

The brunet stands and heads to the bedroom. Once Leon was sure the man was asleep, he sat up and slipped off his jacket. His wings extended fully and he sighed in relief. As he lay on his stomach, he produced his phone from the jacket pocket. He would set an alarm so he would wake before Chris.