WHAT: Leon goes to hang out with Revy, but finds an empty apartment WHERE: Revy's apartment, Morningside WHEN: This morning/This evening WARNINGS: Just sad STATUS: Complete
So far, this week had been a whole lot of bullshit. It had started with Cullen’s disappearance notice on Monday, and Leon had done his best to try not to take it personally. It wasn’t personal, he was pretty sure. Vallo wasn’t personal. But it was starting to feel like, with the exception of a couple of people – Catra, Adora, Yelena. Carol and Atreus – every time Leon started becoming friends with someone, they up and disappeared.
Cullen, he reminded himself, was better off back home. Sure, there were assassination attempts or whatever, but he was with his husband, and all Cullen had wanted since Dorian had disappeared was to be with him again. It was selfish for Leon to want him to stick around, or to complain about him leaving, and so Leon wasn’t going to do it.
And then the next day, some delinquent kids had stolen his fucking car – he’d watched them careening wildly down the street, tires screaming and smoke bellowing (at least, that was how he recalled it; whether or not that was the truth of it was up for debate) – and he’d spent the entire day dealing with that,only to realize he couldn’t actually press charges against the kids because they weren’t actually kids, just people who’d been sucked up in Vallo’s magic.
But it was fine. It was fine. Revy had laughed at him, they’d had a few drinks, and the next few days had been, largely, uneventful.
He let herself into her apartment. “I was thinking we could go out for breakfast today,” he said, tossing himself down on her couch. “There’s some place, Ricky’s, that apparently has a steak and eggs to die for.”
He flicked on the TV, waited for her response, and frowned.
“You still asleep, Revy?” he called toward her bedroom. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking hungover, because I’m going for these steak and eggs whether you’re with me or not.”
He frowned, tilting his head, waiting for a response. Muted the TV, just in case. And then, after a moment, he got off the couch and headed for Revy’s bedroom. He knocked on the door, then pressed his ear up against it. “Revy? You’d better be wearing…” He stopped himself, because chances are she wasn’t wearing pants and she didn’t care, “You’d better not be naked,” he said instead.
And then he pushed the door open.
Revy wasn’t there. Oh sure, the bed had been slept in, but there was no one currently in it. He frowned, and looked around the rest of the apartment. Returned to the bedroom to check the closet – empty, not that Revy had bought more than the bare necessities in terms of clothing – and her liquor cabinet – also empty.
He checked his phone for any messages – there weren’t any – and then shot her a text. Call me when you get a chance.
He went back to his own apartment to grab a pad of paper and a pen and scrawled a note – Let me know when you get home. Was thinking burgers for dinner. You in? and then he headed out for the day.
It was dark when he came back. He hadn’t heard from Revy all day, though he’d sent her another message mid-afternoon (Hey, you pissed at me? The fuck did I do this time?), and instead of stopping at his own apartment first when he got back, he let himself into Revy’s.
The TV was still on, muted, the light flickering across the otherwise dark apartment. Nothing had been moved since he’d come in earlier. The note he’d written was still sitting on the kitchen table.
Maybe she’d gone out looking for a job after all, he told himself. Maybe she’d gone looking for one and had gotten one. Or maybe she was off spending the day with Henry doing god-knows-what. Reminiscing about how much better their Leon was than him or whatever they did.
He frowned, went back to his apartment to grab a bottle of rum – hesitated and grabbed two instead – and then went back to her apartment. Whatever. She was probably fine. She’d come waltzing in through that door any minute now.
He shot her another text. Hey. Waiting at your apartment for when you get home. You’d better have some good news.
She couldn’t have gone missing too. He’d have gotten a notification on his phone (he tried not to think about the fact that he hadn’t gotten one when David Rose had disappeared. Or when Qrow had taken off).
She’d be back soon. He just had to wait here for her.