He had been getting supplies together, having made a quick trip to Lucia's to pick things up and hopefully leave before an suspicion arose. The buzz from his device in his coat pocket, yes he still wore his long coat even in the heat, distracted him from his list check. Tim flitted over to his master from his temporary nest in whatever soft items Cross was taking back to perch, though it was more like ooze, on the general's head. The heat was getting to the poor golem and Cross was thankful Lucia's home had a modern marvel called "air conditioning."

Cross set his paper down, unbuttoning his coat to get the device out from the breast pocket on the inside. A sigh escaped the man at the message and he slipped it back inside it's home, reaching up to lift Tim off his head. "I need to go back out in the heat for a bit Tim. I'm sorry. You can stay here if you'd like."

Tiny hands gripped the man's fingers, the golem's answer that he would go with Cross, even if it meant roasting in the heat. Setting Tim down, Cross reached back to his hair, gathering it up into a ponytail to get it out of the way before picking his companion up again and disappearing from the room.

A moment later, Cross was standing behind Kanda, Tim moving to flutter in the man's shadow for shade. The only notice the older man gave the exorcist he was there was the click of his lighter lighting up a new cigarette before he moved over to the edge of the roof, standing beside Kanda. "What do you want." Not a question, a demand. Talking of home wasn't anything the general liked to do.