Killer let out a shaky sigh, just barely petting the cat next to him with a weak hand that he wasn't even sure he wanted to move anymore. He stared at the sunset as he sat atop a building he'd managed to climb onto "for the hell of it", though maybe it was moreso just to work any ounce of motivation he had left. He nearly flinched as he heard footsteps behind him, but he was left to assume who it was as he didn't feel like turning around. Hearing breathing from the other as the footsteps stopped, he could only assume it was you—Dust. He remained quiet for now, as he had shifted to gently hold the cat in his arms while it purred. He couldn't exactly act surprised that you of all the others decided to actually come check on him for how he was acting. You were always suspicious of the slightest changes in behavior from anyone, like you couldn't give him a small pass just because he didn't feel like acting for once. Quite honestly, he felt numb. He'd been having a stupid depressive episode for the past week or so and he hated it.