[She peeks, and then abruptly she spots them too — dishes, a mug, left to languish there on the nightstand for goodness knows how long. She doesn't even want to get close to them, from how absolutely rank they probably are inside, but thinking about them for too long makes room for realization to start to set in, and then the affront just turns into a sort of rueful melancholy.]
...Oh.
[She wraps both her arms around one of his, holding on to him for support.]
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[She peeks, and then abruptly she spots them too — dishes, a mug, left to languish there on the nightstand for goodness knows how long. She doesn't even want to get close to them, from how absolutely rank they probably are inside, but thinking about them for too long makes room for realization to start to set in, and then the affront just turns into a sort of rueful melancholy.]
...Oh.
[She wraps both her arms around one of his, holding on to him for support.]
He left it...the way that she did.