...is it Tidus, or is there something off about Roland? He doesn't know if he's just seeing it, an automatic kind of quality, or-- nah. What's he thinking? In the few seconds Tidus has that bizarre thought, he dismisses it, whatever that weird reaction or thought that crossed his mind was.

"Yeah." His arms slips off from the table, a hand left behind as he shifts to bring himself to face out of the booth. "I'll bring you something. I'm going that way anyway......"

But his voice trails, dying at the end of that word, his head tipped and looking down at the floor from Roland's perspective--certainly not looking inward or anywhere near the man's own feet. Except Tidus doesn't need to look there for a sight he isn't sure was there before, what or where it came from.

Blood on the side of his shoe. Fresh looking, red.

It takes a few seconds from spotting it for him to look under the table.