The Inanimate object strikes again!

Brian just walked in from work. I leaned in for a kiss, and then drew back. "Why is there blood on your face?" I exclaimed. There was a fair sized pool of red dripping on his cheek. "Huh?" he said and started for the mirror. Turns out, it wasn't blood, but ink! After a few different positions with his pen, Brian surmised he had been tapping a liquid red ink pen on his cheek while thinking at work. Such a cute boy!!!!