[As unquestionably odd as it is that Tohru's quiet, unassuming (and slightly creepy) friend is offering him her sympathies, they come without question or extended inquiry and that is precisely the sort of unobtrusive understanding that Ned needs.
Slumped against the counter he nods slowly, sliding down the side to the floor with his long limbs askew and his head in his hands. Hana doesn't ask. There isn't any supposition. She just holds out her little black cape and he takes it, burying his face in weird-smelling fabric.]
It's so stupid, [he whispers between jagged gasps for air.] So...so stupid...
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Slumped against the counter he nods slowly, sliding down the side to the floor with his long limbs askew and his head in his hands. Hana doesn't ask. There isn't any supposition. She just holds out her little black cape and he takes it, burying his face in weird-smelling fabric.]
It's so stupid, [he whispers between jagged gasps for air.] So...so stupid...