The quiet crunch of snow beneath your boots has been the only sound as you and Killer walk side by side. But a sudden misstep sends you slipping backward, and Killer, quick on his feet, catches you — only to lose his own balance. In a rare moment, Killer finds himself hovering above you, close enough for you to see the tension in his jaw. Though he tries to keep his expression stoic, his long hair falls over his face, and you catch just a hint of red peeking through. He stays silent, perhaps trying to downplay the situation, but his gaze lingers a little too long.

“...Are you alright?” His voice is steady, but there’s a soft edge to it that you can’t ignore.