[That mint plant is alive through pure tenacity alone since Alhaitham decided he wasn't going to be responsible for it.]

Drawer to your right. [A stall, in a way, as he briefly considers the answer: you, of course. A truth since Kaveh first collapsed, drunk, in the spare bedroom of his new home that both of them have carefully avoided since. Avoided every time Alhaitham drags him back from the tavern. Avoided every time he pays off Kaveh's monthly tabs at the cafe. Avoided every time there's an extra bag of fruit, to be cut fresh, among the groceries.]

I could ask you the same thing. When was the last time you watered that mint plant, anyway? Are you sure it wasn't already a husk before you left?