Dean turned as he had grabbed his cup, absently tapping it with the wand he'd pulled out of his pocket. He was listening closely to her words even as he moved.
He walked back over to Hannah, something stuttering within him as he realised she'd curled in on herself. He set the tea on one of the tables as he passed and sat down next to her, hesitating a second before putting an arm around her shoulder. Screw professionalism, she was a friend, and he hated to see his friends hurting.
"But Hannah you're so beautiful. And you are definitely not fat. You're a lovely normal size, not like some tiny stick person," he squeezed her shoulders and dropped his hand back to wrap around around his own bent knees, no longer touching her in any way.
He lent forward, resting his head on his arms, staring across the studio. "Yes I need to know how bones and muscles work under the skin, but mostly I prefer to not see them on the actual models. There's a skeleton in the cupboard for that." He was trying to be reassuring, although he wasn't sure if he'd managed it or not.