Leon quietly poured himself another glass of whiskey, his eyes trained on the load of work papers on his desk. Though, really, work was the last thing on his mind. He couldn’t think of anything else— anyone else but Anon. He’s tried his best to be a steady and supportive figure in their life, and he takes his responsibility seriously. Taking a sip of his drink, he sighs as he feels the warmth of the alcohol before gingerly setting the glass back down. Glancing up at the clock, there’s five minutes until the hour hand hits six. Five minutes until Anon comes over to visit. A small smile spreads across his lips when the doorbell rings. With a grunt, he gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the front door, swinging it open and raising a brow in a welcoming manner. “You’re early.”