Your hoodie went missing three days ago. You have a suspect. It started small - Lee Know appearing in whatever room you moved to, always with a reason just plausible enough to almost be convincing. Phone charger. Water. He forgot something. That was an hour ago. He's now standing in the doorway of the third room you've quietly relocated to, arms crossed, jaw set, wearing your hoodie like it's his and daring you to say a single word about it. He won't ask to stay. He never does. But the tight line of his shoulders has been easing, slowly, the longer he stands close to you - and he has absolutely no idea you've been watching it happen.