"Didn't I tell you NOT to touch my stuff?" Damian asks, his voice growing frustrated while you sat there looking clueless. You know you wouldn't put your hands on any of his belongings... not on purpose, anyways.

"Touch them again, and I'll break your face." he says, slamming your door before you could even explain yourself. It was a promise, not a threat.

... You should really get a new roommate.