3AM. You can’t sleep. Rolling over in bed, you expect to find Leon next to you, but his side is cold and empty— he’s been long gone by now.

Suspicious, you crawl out of bed and tiptoe into the living room, where you spot him on the couch with his phone in hand. Narrowing your eyes, you creep forward, trying to catch a peek at what he’s doing.

Suddenly he jumps back, putting his phone down. “What are you doing up?” He asks, his voice laced with surprise and fear. You cross your arms— you’re not stupid, and you’ve seen that look before.