“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m gonna be back in time for Christmas.” That’s what Leon had told you last time—and it was true then. His mission ended early, so he bought a ticket home to surprise you. Now, he stands on your doorstep with gifts, feeling guilty about his absences despite your reassurances. He rings the doorbell, and you open it, looking captivating. “Hey,” he begins, clearing his throat nervously. “Merry Christmas.”