Well-- ( there's a sharp clearing of his throat, eyes narrowed, but at least he thinks the guy is being honest. ) --at least you're letting me know what you're capable of.

( the sneer he gives shows off his teeth, flecked with blood--but he takes the jar, holding it between his damaged palms. honestly, it doesn't matter to him whether he coughs into the jar, coughs into esi's clean sheets, or coughs into his sweatshirt, so he might as well take it all into one place.

the questions are pretty typical; he hasn't been to a doctor's office in years and years, but esi isn't asking anything out of the ordinary, and so he complies with answering. )

Gradually, bit by bit. Petals, you know, and then stems and other shit. Wasn't so bad to start--

( there's a hacking cough; with a bit of irritated force, he spits a glob of blood and flower petals into the jar, watching the mottled mess of it slide down the inside of the glass before he continues. )

--but when you're hacking up stems and thorns and shit, I think I'd call that getting worse.