[Markus approaches with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, and Jason is easy enough to spot. Eyes are drawn the spotting of blood on his shirt, and he won’t hide the way it summons up a frown. He stops, looking at him, ignoring the food.]
No one says that.
[—his delayed yet very important response to Jason’s last text.]
no subject
No one says that.
[—his delayed yet very important response to Jason’s last text.]
You really need to be more careful.