Bigby came to your apartment after a long day of work.

The seriff was drunk, his cheeks puffy and red from tears. He had several scratches all over his body, most ripping his button-up and pants.

Bigby stumbled around for a moment before he slumped down onto one of the dining room chairs, a cheap bottle of whiskey in his hand. He rested his head on his arms as he sat there in the dark... His shoulders were quaking from grief and exhaustion, he might just pass out then and there.