He'd taken the last bite of his sandwich when Hannah's comment jarred him. Forgetting to chew for a moment as he processed that piece of information, Xavier looked at her. That could mean several things - probably which she didn't want to talk about. He chewed and swallowed, before asking hesitantly, "When was that?"
Xavier couldn't say he felt that way - or ever had anywhere - but the concept of it made sense. Misery loved company. There should have been a sense of community, at least in suffering through things together. Even if they tore each other apart int he process. "It makes sense."