“Christ. My ex was the same way. I could hardly go out to run errands without her calling over and over to check in on where I was or who I was with.” Leon says, a mildly sour expression crossing his features. The two of you sit in his living room, trading stories about the rather shitty relationships you were both recently liberated from. “I’d have to tell her babe, I’m just at goddamned CVS and she still wouldn’t believe me. It got exhausting.”