Leon grunted a little as Alex's weight settled on him, but he wrapped his arms around his waist, and tilted his face up to return the kiss.
"Mm. It's got it's moments," he murmured. Like now, when Alex was home. When Leon had the place to himself and was stuck with only his thoughts and his dream cactus, it wasn't great. He tried to distract himself with the Lethal Weapon and Die Hard, old sports games and the books Abigail had brought by, but his thoughts kept circling back to how his death would have affected Chris, who had already lost four parents, or Alex, who got upset when he couldn't save strangers. Other than today, at a bad moving joke Leon had made, he hadn't seen Chris smile since he'd been brought in to see Leon in the hospital bed.
The thought of what would happen if the worst did happen to the people left behind if the worst did happen to Leon at work had never really been something he thought about before, and it really wasn't something he wanted to think about now.
Lucky for him, having Alex so close made it hard for him to think of much of anything. "Especially when you're here."