I find Jason the next day inside my room. He's twirling one of my neck pieces around a finger, dressed pretty much the same way he was yesterday.

I don't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence, or asking how he found his way inside my room. Or talking about the ostentatious display he pulled this morning.

I simply open my closet to pick a shirt and boxer shorts, then go to the bathroom, not bothering with the lock since he can pick it anyway. Then change my mind ...