"So it seems," Ned says, with a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He feels bad for pointing out the counting, now that he knows Meyer can't help it. The last thing he'd want to do is make someone else feel self-conscious for something they aren't in control of. He sits up a little straighter, patting the ground beside him, offering Meyer a seat, if he wants one.

"What about you?" he asks, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. Meyer looks paler than the few times Ned had seen him before, but it may just a trick of the fading light. "If you don't mind my asking?" He guesses that the counting is involved, since it's not something he noticed in their previous conversations. It's no stranger than spontaneously causing vegetation to grow, Ned supposes.