He's not judging himself. He's not sorry. He feels a bit bad that she's cleaning it up, though. He'd just assumed the weird orange staff here would take care of it at some point. But, fine. He refuses to make a mountain out of it.
When he gets downstairs, he takes five minutes to pace around outside, smoking a couple of fags. Just to feel some fresh air, and space. It's drizzling a bit, so there aren't many people around. It's good.
Bathroom kit, dust pan and brush. A big bang of sandwiches and 'stuff she'll like', because he can't remember her ever eating anything but pasta. Bar provides a box of things all wrapped up. He shrugs, and takes it. A few steps away, he stops and backtracks.
'Make sure all her stuff goes on my tab, alright? Everything.'
Bar gives the impression of a shrug, via a napkin with a weird symbol on it. He just glares at it, and goes back upstairs.
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He's not judging himself. He's not sorry. He feels a bit bad that she's cleaning it up, though. He'd just assumed the weird orange staff here would take care of it at some point. But, fine. He refuses to make a mountain out of it.
When he gets downstairs, he takes five minutes to pace around outside, smoking a couple of fags. Just to feel some fresh air, and space. It's drizzling a bit, so there aren't many people around. It's good.
Bathroom kit, dust pan and brush. A big bang of sandwiches and 'stuff she'll like', because he can't remember her ever eating anything but pasta. Bar provides a box of things all wrapped up. He shrugs, and takes it. A few steps away, he stops and backtracks.
'Make sure all her stuff goes on my tab, alright? Everything.'
Bar gives the impression of a shrug, via a napkin with a weird symbol on it. He just glares at it, and goes back upstairs.
'Here y'are.'