"Yeah, the guy told me," he said, and looked that way, but he was out of his line of sight now. "Said you needed help, but he's shot up, too." He sat down in the mud, deciding he didn't give a shit about appearances right now. Let Director High-And-Mighty replace his pants.
"So I take it whatever happened, you saw it coming," he said. He held her hand and tried not to look at the blood. Movie blood was one thing, but this was real life's blood draining out of her. "Keep you talking. Is that a laugh or what? How's the weather, beautiful?" He smiled at her. At least he could do that much, be the silly jerk he was.