Home Again ((Meant to post this days ago, but I am Lazy))

Leon finally stumbled into his apartment, looking as if he had just gone several rounds with a wild animal, something which wasn't too far from the truth. His clothes were badly torn, he walked with a limp, and any parts of his skin that was exposed were covered in bruises, scratches, or bandages.

He trudged his way over to the desk in his bedroom, pulling out a very familiar notebook once he got comfortable. Normally, this was reserved for just jotting down thoughts after returning from a mission, but he had some things in his head that he needed to get down. He opened the book, and grabbed himself a pen.

( ((Private Journal Entry)) )

Leon closed the book and tossed it back into his desk, letting out a sigh as he did. He picked himself up, only to go the few feet from the desk to his bed and collapse on it, rolling over so he could face the ceiling.

So many thoughts were swirling in his head he had no idea where to even begin, really. He was still worried about Sherry, and worried about Ada, but constantly found himself thinking bout Claire. This new wrinkle in the relationship was sudden, but now that it was there... he had to smile a little about the possibilities.