Judas, in the subsequent days after his suicide attempt, had spent the time slowly starting to tidy up. Not so much his apartment, because he had somebody for that, but his soul.
The day after, he knelt down beside his bed and clasped his hands before bed, like a child first learning to pray. He felt new, unschooled, naked and vulnerable. Praying was not something he had done in a long time. And yet now... he felt he should. Cin had come for him and cut him down. That couldn't be just one of those chaotic events, two blind souls colliding by chance. Someone wanted him to live.
So he tentatively prayed. He heard nothing back, of course, but he didn't let that deter him. He went and got a haircut, and shaved his beard, and bought new clothes, throwing out the stained robe he'd used to slouch around in. He also gave to charities, putting a few thousand more into Tuck's rainbow church, and to a local soup kitchen among others. He also went down to the soup kitchen after a few days to volunteer.
By the time Friday rolled around again, he was almost feeling like new. Hadn't touched weed, or beer, and actually bought vegetables with the intention of eating them. Yeah, he still felt a bit gloomy, yeah he still was chock full of self-loathing, but he was trying, dammit. And when Cin knocked, he opened it himself, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt instead of his pyjamas.
"Hi," he said, stepping aside and letting her in. "I wasn't sure you'd want to come back."