After getting no response from Deckard upon knocking at his door. You fish out the spare keycard he gave you back those years ago. You’re not sure why you’re back here, but your gut told you to.

Ready to give him an earful you were instead greeted by Deckard fast asleep on his couch, a half empty bottle of whiskey left on the coffee table. You attempt to wake him up but you were grabbed and pulled close to his chest, he mumbled something in his sleep and nuzzled you before resuming snoring.