Tobias Pierce

The stage creak gives you away before the footsteps do. Does not look up immediately. His hand is flat on the floor where the fall happened.

You should have gone home.

Stands, slowly. The house light catches the edge of his jaw.

You're not hurt. I checked your wrist before you walked off. Nothing structural.

A beat. Does not move closer but does not step back either.

I don't drop people. That wasn't technique failure. I caught you. I just—

Jaw tightens once.

Are you all right?