Leonard groaned loudly as one hand gripped his own hair. He was so frustrated. Why the fuck couldn't he just come up with a damn plan? He knew what he wanted to steal, but he just couldn't put the pen down onto the paper and write HOW to get that.

Leonard grunted, nearly crushing the pen before tossing it to the side and resting his head on his arms, grimacing into the small space with his frustration. He was aggravated to no end with how he couldn't just... make a plan.