the plant
Back from work.
The pothos has turned around. All the leaves, including the new one, are facing away from the window, toward the oshiire.
Plants grow toward light. The oshiire is the darkest corner of the room, with the door shut. I've had a pothos before. They do lean, slowly, over a few weeks. Not in eight days, and not away from the sun.
I probably moved it when I watered it. I water it every three days in the sink. I turned it back so the leaves face the window and took a photo. I'll take one every morning.
Also, I caught Tuan on the stairs on Saturday. He works at a konbini near the station, nights, until five in the morning, and gets home around twenty past. "Sorry if I am loud," he said, which he never is. I said no, not at all, and asked what time he leaves for work. Ten at night.
So not Tuan.