The brooding silence is for nothing, because he simply says. "You're bleeding." He shakes his head as you place your hand on your cheek. "Not there." He lifts his hand to your mouth and gently - so gently you can barely feel him - brushes his thumb across your lower lip. "Here.." He holds his thumb up, and in the dim light, you can see just see the smear of blood glistening on his skin.