Sanguine.

She’s returned to his side once again.
He doesn’t know how, why, or even what her name is, but he smiles through the blood streaming from his broken nose.
Lauraline sits beside him and holds his hand- sticky scarlet, along with the rest of him.
“Who?”
He has no blood left to seep into the pavement; alcohol, lonely, wanders his veins.
Asher's head lolls back; he replies with a deep chuckle. “Never matters.”
Lauraline makes a sad sound that gives Asher the impression she’s forgotten how to weep. He stares at her stained hands, and can only laugh.