The used-to-be agent started getting the feeling he wasn’t going to win this bout. And it wasn’t like there was exactly anything to be done, nor would he do anything so he might as well just explain. “No, definitely not something stronger. I think I’ve had enough of that for a while.” If she suggested he was guzzling down drinks like a fish, it would earn her a glare.
“I don’t know how you deal with…everything that happened when you were a kid, but they told me to either talk to a psych or try and block it out. You’ll never guess which one I chose.” Leon raised a brow thoughtfully at her. “It’s easy, but it all comes back in dreams. Been that way for years, which is why I don’t sleep right.” He gave a half chuckle, looking down at the soda can for a moment. “That’s why I did missions they gave me back to back besides the fact of trying to lend a hand to the cause.” To stop the companies and Wesker was the silent added thought.
Leon isn’t one for opening up as he did, so Sherry would be right to feel maybe slightly honored. But they had that common thing that they couldn’t exactly talk to others about. He was sure even a government employed psychiatrist might look at him funny over these things.