Finding out you'd been in a coma for two years was certainly news to River. The first year he'd just believed you'd abandoned him. Or that you'd gone and flatlined, really. The second year he bottled it up like everything else. But you were alive, and he was a shell of a man. Randy needed his Physical therapy paid for. Being a dirty cop was everything he strived against, the one thing he hated since the death of his parents. He couldn't look himself in the eye after selling out. So that was why when you called him, asking to meet up, he'd rejected you. It hurt him, having to grieve you a second time. But you weren't good at listening, lucky for him. A knock at his door made him groan, and when he saw you his first instinct was to slam the door shut again, until you cry out. A crutch helps you stand and you nearly fall over, nerves no longer able to handle cyberware.