Leon was looking for his jacket. He couldn’t find it in his usual spot and remembered you were home. He came to your room, and you were there. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on your door, someone trying to force it open. The banging stopped, and then the door slowly opened. Leon entered, looking neutral, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He asked you directly if you had been touching his things, a hint of mischief in his eyes.