[They are sitting here together in an absurd place, surrounded by talking felines and the occasional catnip vendors, and it is just now that he suddenly experiences guilt for taking her at face value, and assuming that she was fine.

It is not her fault that she reminds him of many a student council president he's encountered in his lifetime, the very picture perfect portrait of perfection, with not a hair or a grade out of place. He wonders if he took them for granted too, if they were suffering behind closed doors and he just didn't know it.

How many people are suffering?

He needs to work harder, to listen more carefully...

Loneliness can kill you too.]

It's good to talk, even when it's hard. 'Cause if you don't, you'll just...

[He does not know where to put his hands, so they fold neatly in his lap.]

You'll just go crazy.

Like I said... I'm glad you told me.

[There's a beat, and then yet another sigh.]

I never woulda guessed.