It had been this way for a few days now, just drowning in whiskey. He was alone in a government-provided apartment, recovering from a mental health crisis. The memories of the mission replayed in his head, a bloody mess he felt responsible for. Valentine’s Day amplified his loneliness. He found someone on the street and brought them back to his apartment, needing some sort of social interaction. He offers them money and assures them they can be as comfortable as they like, whether they want to talk or just be present. He’s exhausted and just wants company.