It was difficult to think of the right thing to say when Duster didn't know her as well as other Heroes. He wasn't around during her low moments, he didn't know just what kind of things she went through as a child.

One hand slowly rested on her shoulder. "Tear..."

But he knew the danger of closing oneself off during these confrontations.

"Tell me, at least. I promise I won't share it without your permission." He held his free hand to his chest. "...It's hard, talking about things we don't want to. But it's better to have someone who will listen than to shut yourself away."