Martin fixes him with a funny little look at the remark, even as he sighs and settles onto a seat against the wall. "Yes, Jon, I have actually bled myself too, you know. It's fine, it's just an old handkerchief."

He pulls his bookbag into his lap, wrapping his arms around it and motioning for Jon to sit next to him. He's still watching him sort of critically, though. "So what happened, anyway?"