He was still laying on his side of the bed when he heard Anna call out from downstairs. He had at least made the effort of finding a clean pair of pants, and a t-shirt. Though the thought of finding, let alone putting on his boots, was beyond him right now. His hair was probably a mess. He knew he needed to get it cut. But Heather had done that for him last time. And he couldn't really ask her at the moment. After finding the energy, and motivation, to get up and get dressed, it had just as quickly fled him, and he'd lay back down right where he'd started.
But he couldn't leave Anna down there on her own. Even if doing anything felt laborious. As though his guilt over everything that had happened was literally weighing him down. Leaving the room he made his way down the stairs, his bare feet making little sound on the wooden surface. He made his way over to her, sinking down on to the couch beside her.
"Hi," he said sort of pointlessly. Anything else escaped him right now.