Colby Lane and Pierce Hutton had the manager of Tate's apartment building open...

Colby Lane and Pierce Hutton had the manager of Tate's apartment building open his door for them. They knew that Tate had come back from Tennessee, and that he'd saved Cecily from Gabrini, but nobody had seen him for almost a week. His answering machine was left on permanently. He didn't answer knocks at the door. It was such odd behavior that his colleague and his boss became actually concerned. They were more concerned when they saw him passed out on the couch in a forest of beer cans and discarded pizza boxes. He hadn't shaved or, apparently, bathed since his return.
"Good God," Pierce said gruffly.
"That's a familiar sight," Colby murmured. "He's turned into me."
Pierce glared at him. "Don't be insulting." He moved to the sofa and shook Tate. "Wake up!" he snapped.
Tate didn't open his eyes. He shifted, groaning. "She won't come back," he mumbled. "Won't come. Hates me…"
He drifted off again. Pierce and Colby exchanged knowing glances. Without a word, they rolled up their sleeves and set to work, first on the apartment, and then on Tate.