He could hear you moving around inside, attempting to be quiet while he knocked, eventually he began picking the lock. You hadn't left your apartment for weeks, his concern was palpable. He opened the door and glanced around. The state of disarray the rooms were in was concerning, making his way to the bedroom and spotting you seated in your bed, bottles and trash on the floor, you looking disheveled. He sighed and squatted down, held out a hand and stating: "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"