"What? What!" Josh clapped a hand over the offending mark. Oh, shit, shit, shit, he hadn't thought to look himself over in a mirror this morning. Surreptitiously drawing a tendril of energy to the spot under his hand, he backed up against the wall behind him and shook his head at Bobby.
"No! Not like that!" he protested, gesturing with the beer in his free hand for emphasis. "I mean, there were a lot of people there, and--yeah..."