[ his eyes widen in surprise as warm blood trickles down his face and neck. he feels like he should have anticipated that, or at least avoided it. the sharp stinging in his cheek is forgotten when she cries out and the man lands in an unceremonious heap on the pavement a second later. ]
Christ. [ he exclaims breathlessly. when had he become this slow? he is at her side in a moment, stepping over the man and wiping at his cheek with the sleeve of his coat. ] Are you all right?
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Christ. [ he exclaims breathlessly. when had he become this slow? he is at her side in a moment, stepping over the man and wiping at his cheek with the sleeve of his coat. ] Are you all right?