Alright, so the brief respite at lunchtime had been nothing but a sly, spiteful illusion: the moment Kodi returned to set, Bishop was shouting again at anyone who dared to exist in his presence. She even suffered a glancing "stop standing there looking like an i***t and do something!" from him, but after surveying the full extent of the emotional hurricane she had just walked into, she barely even heard him. She left him to continue berating the camera crew again and turned around.
"Drake?"
He was leaning against the wall, and he lifted his chin to look at her. "What's up?" he asked.
"...Nosebleed?"
"Just a small one," he assured her behind the paper towel he had bunched up under his nose.
Her stomach dropped. "Did he hit you again?" she demanded. Her fists clenched at her sides.
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