Hannah looked at him as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting on, eyes widening at his confession. The war had screwed a lot of people up and she had always thought Dean was one of those lucky few who came out alright.
He made a good point about skeletal thin people remind him of the Dark Lord. Hannah hated being alone in her flat too long because it reminded her of the months she was living at home after her mother died, how so isolated she felt from her friends.
She remained silent as he spoke, rolling his words around in his head. What did you mean by confidence? she wondered. I want to be able to walk into a club in a sexy outfit and not feel like everyone is laughing at me. I want to open my own place some day and not have to work a 80 hour week. I want to fall in love and get married...
Standing, she crossed over to the couch and sat next to him. Without saying a word, Hannah hugged him, holding on tightly. After a few moments, she pulled away.
"I knit to escape," she said. "Susan and now you are the only people who know I knit. It's-it's my way of coping with my mum's death and fighting off the feeling of being so utterly alone in the world, which I why I work so much. I need to be around people to know that the world isn't empty...
I'm sorry if I ruined your day. When my head was beating me up, I was having a good time and I'd be honor to sit for you again if you wanted."