Moving On.
His apartment was impeccably neat again. No laundry on the floor. No constant risk of damage to the dollhouse. No piglet accidentally knocked places. No having to constantly check for the smell of alcohol.

GK was single again. And he knew it was better this way, that GK hadn't been able to help him and he was better off going home, but that didn't make it easier.

...the sound the flat of his blade made as it hit an assailant while he got the other with the stick-sheath made it just a little easier.