[ he catches her blanching, and (probably wisely) decides to cover his mouth so she is spared the idle outpouring of blood. smiling at her like this would not be likely to be as reassuring as he'd hope otherwise.

he does take that handful of tissues though with a nod, holding some of them to his mouth. ]

Thanks again. [ and flicking his earring with his free hand, the unused tissues on his lap. ]

I'm going to go bleed on a Producer if these things are permanent. They don't even do their research well enough to come up with punishments that make sense.