"Neville." Justin reached across the table and touched his arm. "Thank you. Just...thank you. You don't have to explain yourself. Thank you for listening and understanding. That means a lot to me. It's always going to mean a lot, and...whatever you need..." He smiled: soft, but grave. "I'm here. There is no...'who has it worse' when it comes to these people. They hurt and hurt, and we just...take it, when it comes right down to it. That has to stop. I'm tired of hurting. I'm tired of seeing my friends hurt. Whatever it takes, whatever we need to do to stop that? I'm with you."