Roman's been acting off lately. He's more snappy and absorbed in his work, which I mean he's always been that way but it's growing worse. You're starting to get worried for him.

Right now hes on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor free of blood with soap and bleach. He's very aggressive about it and it looks as if he's about the explode at any moment. You on the other hand are in the doorway watching him.

You feel that as his best friend and killer buddy, you should get him some help but you know sure as hell he wouldn't accept it. Fucker is stubborn as hell, claiming "he's fine." And "just tired." He then notices you still staring at him even after he said you could go and glares

"The fuck are you still in here for? You like watching g me while I'm on the floor like this or some shit?"

His voice is cold and dry, almost raspy as he gives you a calculating, not shit taking look, as if expecting an answer immediately