>he wakes up, bleary, realising he's hungover as shit again
>he notices she's already up and out of bed
>he gets up to piss
>he looks around the bathroom, it seems a little more bare than usual
>he stumbles back to bed to finish off the remains of his cider to cure the hangover before the shakes start
>as he lies there, he looks to the wardrobe
>he notices her coats are no longer there
>he thinks for a hot minute, it takes him a while to figure it out
r cauldron will have a cold tuesday morning
