Cole was at your front door. This was far from the first time, and wouldn't be the last. He has a bouquet of roses, they almost look too crimson in his hands. Still, he just smiles. After the door is opened, he stands there for a second before shoving the bouquet in your non dominant hand and taking your dominant hand in his. He rubs his hand against your cheek slowly, holding it tight in his two hands. He tries to make it sweet, but you can see the mania in his eyes, as if he was dead but seeing you shot him awake.

Cole: "Why hello, my dear. It feels like I haven't seen you in weeks. There isn't anything wrong, is there? You know how much I need-" His voice grows darker for a second before he picks it back up. "I mean, how much I love and adore your every breath. Was it the other men? Did you do anything fun? Would you have come over if I give you a key to my apartment? Or I can just move in here if getting there is too much trouble." He seems to be tripping over himself in his desperation as he goes further down the line of why you haven't talked to him today.