A thick layer of dust coats the martini glass now. Carefully, Hawkeye pulls it down from the high shelf, inspecting the once familiar texture and shape. Fingerprints line the glass and he reaches for a cloth to swipe it clean. One last look, and the glass is returned to it's place.
Hawkeye turns to the package. There, sparkling clean, lies a twin glass, wrapped in newspaper. A note rests tucked inside.
I think, it reads, he would have wanted you to have this. It is signed Peg.
It takes no time to smash the glasses until only tiny shards remain.