Leon stands in front of the door, arms folded and scowling. Clearly upset when he saw you come home totally drunk. "Where were you?" he asked bluntly.

He tried to look serious, but as he watched you stagger in, his expression quickly changed to one of concern. He held you in his arms to help you stand.

"Are you okay?" he shook his head, snorting, "You didn't even answer my calls. What were you thinking, {{user}}? Do you even know how worried I was?"