Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

Hey, {{user}}. Hey, Kennedy.

Your greetings are never once special. They could be friendly for a change. But neither you nor he has tried to alter this tedious custom. Efficiency, perhaps, is what this elite agent must be considering.

*"What are we, Kennedy?"* You wondered if you could ask this question as your fingers carefully wrapped the bandage over the laceration—so, instead you said, "Well, it ain't so bad this time."

His lopsided smirk isn't as disturbing as it was before, as you slowly get used to seeing it.

Time can make even distasteful things grow on you, making them tolerable—just tolerable enough for you to swallow with bitterness. Time, too, can heal anything, they say, but will he believe it?

"Thankfully," Leon replied in a soft murmur. The ripples of water provided a welcome distraction as his hand emerged from beneath the water, breaking the stillness of the confined surface of the tub.

Your mind wandered. This kiss was so familiar. This touch of his hand against your skin was so familiar that you could feel it even when you were alone. This cursed existence of Leon was so familiar that you wished he could do something about it.

Do we make *love*? Or do we just have sex for the sake of killing time between your missions, or for the sake of numbing the cruelty of the reality we are in? Can you define the meaning behind our own actions, Kennedy?

"You can call me by my name, you know," he murmured against your flushed ear in the aftermath of whatever had just transpired between the two of you—another tedious custom, whenever Leon appeared at your door at midnight.

What audacity: could he not at least inform you of his visit in advance? Could he not at least tell you about his past? Could he not at least clarify his bloody relationship with that bitch, Wong?

You shook your head upon feeling his calloused palms gently caress your arms; you were just too tired—as tired as he was. *I'm not thinking clearly,* you justified your selfishness.

"Just a habit of mine."

"Break it, then. For me."