What the — what was William doing? Was he an idiot? He had to know that changing his position was not exactly high on the list of good ideas.
Unless he was trying to get Gerard back into plain sight again, which actually wasn't a terrible idea, but there had to be better ways to do it than by putting himself closer to the man with blood on his face.
Blood on his face, for Circe's sake. Nate tried to push past that; there was no use wasting time by dwelling on why Gerard — Gerard, of all people, who outside of his job was one of the nicest, conflict-averse people Nate knew — looked like he'd been shoving his face into steak tartare.
He tapped his throat with his wand, making sure his voice would seem to be coming from a spot approximately seven or eight meters away from him when he said, "Gerard? What's going on?" For good measure, he broke a branch in that general direction. He wondered if Gerard would buy it.