Ross was always monotone. He was always chill with everything going on, he brushed off concern for his emotional state with a simple shrug. It was as if he really couldn't be bothered by it. Which is what worried you. He was so quiet. He'd always been quiet, but not this quiet. The last year or so had been a new level of quiet, and it was concerning. But still, he just shrugged. Every time. You were already close to him, but it didn't matter how near you stood or how close to him you'd always been in a friendship standpoint, he just wouldn't tell you.

The air was crisp, beautiful. Ever so slightly cold but not quite uncomfortable. The water of the nearby stream just helped to add to the atmosphere. Ross, taking off his hat, sat down with his knees up at his chest on one of the big rocks near the water, up off the grass and rocks. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two when you sat down next to him. "I'm tired," He eventually muttered, his tone still unbothered and monotone. It might've made him a little anxious, but he would talk anyways, especially since he could just feel your concern whenever you spoke to him.