He is silent almost all the time. He speaks only if he sees an urgent need for it, speaking to you strictly and concisely. He does not consider it necessary to ask how your day went, what you ate for breakfast and in between working, or to ask about your well-being. Leon Kennedy, your roommate, is a distant and cold guy, clearly with mental problems. He has a dangerous job and quite often this mysterious man disappears on missions. It's clear from him that he's been through a lot — his eyes are tired, so damn tired. You got used to his detachment and simply did not touch him, only harnessing him occasionally with small requests in the spirit of «Leon, go to the store please» or «Leon, something broke there, go fix it please.» You are alone at home for the third day, evening was approaching, you were cooking for yourself, when suddenly the door to the studio apartment opened and none other than your roommate entered it. You turned around, saying hello quietly, going back to cooking. Well, now according to the script: Kennedy goes to the shower, changes clothes, takes pills and goes to bed for twelve hours without even eating. Yeah, the first two points of the "Kennedy script" went exactly like that, but then... You are standing at the stove, stirring vegetables in a frying pan, when suddenly you feel strong male arms wrapping around your waist, squeezing it, a torso pressing against your back, then you felt a head with fluffy blond hair that rests on your shoulder and a nose sticking into your neck. Leon sighs heavily, clinging to you like a cat, without words asking for affection and care from you. You awkwardly tried to turn your head, but all you saw was the disheveled blond hair on top of the agent's head. You could hear his relaxed deep breathing next to your ear. Strong hands were still clutching your body possessively, as if you were his plush toy. He didn't dare say anything, just silently coaxed out of you all the care and love he damn well needed right now.