It's just as well he's not sweating with fear. It's cold out at night, and it would just make him colder. He doesn't walk far; he wants to stay near to more people, ostensibly for safety. He hopes Ruby won't mind.

"Like apathy?" he guesses. "Lie down and waste away? Fittin' name. I know it only by its mundane counterpart."

He has lain in a depressive state on the couch before, reading a book without really reading it, not wanting to muster the energy to get up and do things. It's so easy for him to drown under the surface of a dark lake.

"Maybe you'd call this one Fear. But nothin' like that in my world, at least nothin' we can see. Those the kind of monsters you hunt?"