#bryeon / #Kennevich (thread fic)
—Physical Touch—
Bryan didn’t realize how much he appreciated having someone else’s hands on him.
That was until a certain rookie cop was traveling with him through the hell hole that was Raccoon City. +
The act made Bryan’s face heat up, and he found himself too embarrassed to pull back.
Leon slowly broke the embrace and tilted Bryan’s chin to look him in the eyes.
“We gotta keep moving, Bry. This time, let’s not walk under a decrepit ceiling, yeah?”
Bryan would always be there, wouldn’t he. Leon would make sure of it. His thoughts could only seem to focus on the man cuddled up to his side.
Even as they both drifted off, a silent promise was made: they would never leave each other’s side, no matter what.
#bryeon / #Kennevich (threadfic)
In which Bryan introduces Leon to the wonders of weed.
Leon held the blunt in his hand, hesitating before bringing it to his lips.
“Listen man, you really don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” Bryan reassured. +
“Yeah man, don’t worry. You’re gonna be fine. I’m right here.” Bryan’s words became tangible, and wrapped themselves around Leon’s neck.
And Bryan was right there with him. Just as he’d been when they fought through raccoon city.