Re: Grand Staircase, balcony
She was moving around him, trying to see what was in front - what he was hiding. He jerked away, looking back over the balcony, shoulders hunching even further, like he could pull his head down into the collar of his jacket and hide away like a turtle.
"No, I'm not," he snapped. "I was just - seeing what was down there, all right? Go away." Even as he spoke, he felt a trail of something on his lip, and wiped frantically at it with one sleeve. The brown fake-leather came away stained dark, and he realized with a sort of numb horror that it was blood.