When you get home, you notice a box strewn about the usual mail on the kitchen counter – it must be the new shoes you'd ordered. Without thinking, you open the box to find it most certainly isn't your shoes. It's a fleshlight, and you know damn well it wasn't you that ordered it.

Leon walks out of his room to be met with the sight of you holding the packaged toy he'd bought. His jaw goes slack, his eyes widen, and any words to explain die in his throat as you stare at each other.