Jo bit her cheek to stop from smiling broadly at her friend. Instead, to save his sensibilities and keep him from feeling any more guilty, she put her jacket back on and sipped it all the way up. She kept the calm flowing, but she doubted it did much good since his nose was currently, and he couldn't smell anything, even subconsciously.
She patted his shoulder, rubbing small circles in his back, as he tried to stop the bleeding. Other than get something to stop the flow, there wasn't much anyone could do to help with nosebleeds, so she waited.
When he spoke, she listened intently, straining her ears a little to hear his muffled words. Sighing, Jo pushed herself up onto the wall/rail thing beside her friend. She kept her hand on his back, offering her support. "That's a tough question," she told him. "Students here are taught about the history of Willowbrook, but they aren't given the details. On the one hand, it makes sense not to tell them everything. Some of the shit that went down here." A shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature coursed over and through her.
"On the other hand, you're her father. You want to protect her from the evils of the world, but right now, those evils are just stories to her. She doesn't have first hand experience, and she doesn't really know the experiences of those who saw things first hand."
Jo sighed. "If they were my stories to tell, I would tell her." She shrugged. "Think of it this way: would you rather her hear things from you or from Knox, because we both know William isn't one to spare feelings when it comes to the horrors he saw." Jo didn't think that was bad necessarily, but it would be better for someone like Viola to hear about what actually happened to those who were at Willowbrook in the early days from someone who knew and loved her, and she told Oliver so.