I was in my room a few years ago with about four people. They were desperately trying to catch up on work they had missed. I felt like I was doing a fair job with helping some with science. One or two of them needed help in other subjects, I can try to help with other topics.
I heard the side door of the building open. My door was open (right next to side door) so I looked to see what was happening. It was H and he was sniffling. He did not act like it was a cold. H acted as though he had been crying.
I went back to my students. I was going on as though I had not noticed H. His hand darted through my door and grabbed a box of tissues. I thought that MAYBE he was sick and MAYBE he was going to blow his nose. The bathroom was right past my door.
All at once his hand reappeared around the door and he grabbed a bottle of lotion. H mumbled to the others “May need this also…” He then went toward the bathroom. His girlfriend (who was in the room) and I looked at each other. We then looked some more.
I told the rest of the room “best we don’t think about it.” Never was brave enough to ask H about that day. Never was brave (or stupid) enough to ask for tissue or lotion to be returned. I now keep lotion (for after labs) in the lab area FAR AWAY from the tissues.