She can feel that sorrow in him and Hana frowns a little, threading their fingers and twining them close, her version of a moment of silence. Raising their hands, Hana kisses his knuckles, the back of his hand, and lingers there. Calm radiates from her, sliding questioningly out for him if he wants it.

I'm not very good with being told what to do, she reminds him. He's the last person to tell her to ignore her heart.

Why do you think it'd be so bad?

Since they're in a sharing mood.