Cole registered the fact that his apartment didn't look like it should have if it hadn't been lived in for two weeks, and he stared at the phone numbers and Missing Persons organizations on the fridge before shaking his head. She should have just accepted that he was gone and left it at that - he would have preferred that she remember him as a good man instead of having to see him like this. "Fine," he muttered, rifling through the cupboards and finding more alcohol then he even remembered owning. He knew what the fact that the were half empty meant, and he had to cover his mouth as a sudden rush of guilt combined with nausea washed over him. Fuck, he definitely needed a drink.
He grabbed a half-empty bottle of something - maybe it was whiskey, or scotch, he didn't really bother checking - and poured some of it in a glass and tossed it back in one gulp. Part of him knew he shouldn't be acting like this in front of Ileana, because it hurt her just as much as it hurt him, but he shoved that voice to the back of his mind and simply poured another glass. "I'll do it, then." He couldn't bear to have her touch him, not after what he'd almost done. Taking his glass with him, he sat on the couch and took another sip.