NORA's POV
Marcellus walks beside me, but he might as well be somewhere else entirely.
He's not pacing, not exactly. His posture is straight, but there's a restless energy rolling off him in waves.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. His gaze is fixed straight ahead, but it doesn't look like he's actually seeing the hallway in front of us.
I had told him we could talk after shooting. I thought that would give him time to calm down.
Clearly, it didn't work.
"Mars," I say softly.
He doesn't respond. I try again, a little louder.
"Marcellus."
He blinks, like he's surfacing from deep water, and finally turns his head towards me. His eyes are distant for a second before they focus on my face.
"Yeah?"
I study him for a moment. "You okay?"
He doesn't answer right away. Instead,
