Things were just starting to get interesting when hS heard the door slam shut downstairs.

Quick as a flash, he was out of the bed, pulling on his clothes and struggling not to make a sound. It didn't exactly go well, as evidenced by him falling over and nearly bashing his head on a cupboard. The footsteps got louder and louder, faster and faster, closer and closer-

The bedroom door burst open just as hS was finally fully clothed.

"... I should have known it would be him," said Desdenelle, shaking his head. "It always was, wasn't it? I meant nothing to you, I wasn't anything more than a means to get close to him. Well, he can have you and choke on you! Hell, you've probably been choking on him often enough!"

"Des, I-"

"I don't want to hear it." Desdenelle stormed off down the stairs, and the front door banged shut shortly thereafter.

HS turned to the love of his life. "I... I should probably go back to mine. Um. Yeah." With that, he picked up his jacket, gave one last look towards the love of his life, and left the room.

The teapot in the bedsheets said nothing.