midnight, after television, after eggs on toast and cup of tea. showered, dressed in tracksuit pants, his black t-shirt from two years back that you reminded him was left behind with the belt, three dishes and a pen; business number printed down its side. none had made their way back to him. the belt sat coiled in a drawer, two dishes stacked, the third cracked when filled with hot water and the pen had probably run dry sometime before the two of you did similar.