Who: Leon and Alex What: Enjoying Alex being back home When: Recently Where: Their apartment Rating/Warning: TBD Status: In progress
Having Alex home was nearly as surreal as having him locked in prison, or would have been, if he couldn’t reach out and touch him whenever he wanted. It was hard to be entirely happy about the whole thing, not with the blame for Alex’s imprisonment having been laid squarely at Leon’s feet for the last two months, or the fact that an innocent man was dead.
Leon tried to tell himself that the man might have been dead before someone had made it seem like he was guilty for Leon’s attempted murder, though his gut didn’t believe that for a moment, but even if that had been the case, no one was exactly clamoring to solve the murder of a man who tried to kill a cop in his sleep. As far as half the department cared, whoever had done the deed had done a civic duty and should be lauded as a hero, not locked behind bars.
If Leon thought too hard about it, it made him sick to his stomach. So he tried not to think about it. He just went deeper into the bottle, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, since Leon was, for the most part, a happy drunk.
He’d gone to the Double Tap for a couple of drinks after his shift, though being eager to return home, he kept the drinks quick. He swung the apartment door open, jacket slung over one shoulder his gun holstered under his other one. “Honey, I’m home,” he called.