Though he might not know how to cry properly, he can take advice, and touch is... surprisingly comforting, for no reason he can name. That it's worse to hold back was something that would never have occurred to him.

With the napkin pressed against his face, he sobs for a few moments, hard, harsh, but oddly silent sobs. Crying is horrible, he's quickly deciding, and as it passes it leaves him with an oddly empty feeling. For now, though, he leans gently into Ned's touch.

"I believe I am... better... now," he says when he can speak. "I did not realise human emotions were so... intense."