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"Exactly!" Leon nodded along enthusiastically, completely oblivious to any humouring or sarcasm on Harper's part. "Jusssst like the fights, you keep finding me." Then he frowned slightly, peering up at her with drunken suspicion. "You don't know a Mr. Black do you?" That man was always meddling in things.

Sober Leon would have likely apologized for getting into Harper's personal space. Drunk Leon on the other hand...She smells nice. That lone thought filled his mind. For his part, Leon probably mostly smelled like whiskey with a hint of aftershave buried underneath. Suddenly his pants dropped around his ankles, revealing his black boxer-briefs and hairy man legs. It wouldn't be difficult for Harper to guide him back to the toilet, though he more fell on it rather than sat down. More importantly, Harper was bending over him in a rather...compriming position. Well, this was one hell of a way to sober up. Eyes shot to the ceiling as Leon tried to think of anything besides Harper bending over him. He should probably clean his gun...and rehearse the steps involved. A hand grabbed Harper's as she reached behind his thigh. Gentle, yet firm, his palms all callouses. Leon was no office worker at Providence, though Harper likely already figured out that much between gun, the medkit and the fighting. "You...uh...have to clean it first...the wound." All while keeping his eyes conspicuously upwards.