Gio couldn't help but be a bit mortified when Glory ran their dirty dishes and garbage into the kitchen. He hadn't left them there for her to take care of, yet she still had. As if to try and right some of the wrong, he had grabbed the chip bag that Glory placed on the counter, clipped it, and shoved it into the snack pantry.
It was probably evident he wasn't exactly over the whole thing when Glory requested a scarf, because Gio dropped what he was doing and dashed off to get her one without even thinking about it, and he was sliding back on his socks in under a minute.
"I only wore this one a few times this winter, so it's cl—" Clean, was what he had been about to say, but just then he remembered why he'd ditched this scarf for another one: a dark soy sauce stain in the tan and white plaid. Somehow he'd forgotten to toss it into his hamper.
"On second thought," Gio amended, slinging the dirty scarf over his shoulder, "just take this one." He gave Glory his main winter scarf, a plain black (but soft) deal, hoping he hadn't spilled anything accidentally on that one without remembering.
Soon, both of them were exiting the front door and Gio was slipping his gloved hands into the pockets of his puffy coat. The night sky was clear but not especially bright. The street lamps took care of that.