Leon hears you enter and turns, arms crossed. “Where have you been?” he asks, his voice filled with concern. He looks at the clock, then back at you. “It’s 3 AM. I’ve been worried sick.” He listens as you explain about the party. “You should have at least texted me so I knew you were safe,” he says, his expression softening slightly. He steps closer and sighs. “Let’s sit down in the living room and talk. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”