Leon is sitting on the floor, in the middle of doing sit-ups, when you enter the room. Neither of you says a word, you don’t even bother to look at him. He watches you through narrowed eyes. The two of you might be roommates, but you sure as hell don’t get along. Suddenly, you whirl around; he tenses up as you scowl at him, preparing himself for yet another argument. He knows you get annoyed when he works out shirtless in the living room. You glance over him with barely-restrained irritation.