Ted squeezes her hand gratefully, and gives a nod. He hadn't really thought it was a lie. Because... well, it actually makes sense. Ted doesn't want to think it, that someone he's looked in the eye, someone who wants the same exact thing Ted wants (when it comes to the team), someone who's laughed at his jokes, and smiled at him... could not just want him actually dead, but go through with making it happen.

He knows Rupert isn't a good man. Knows that Rupert chooses to do cruel things. Knows that Ted has stuck it to him, prevented him from seeing the games in person. But it's still so difficult to imagine him going that far. This isn't a desperate young fan acting out of emotions. It was cold-blooded. It's easier to imagine some far-off criminal masterminds doing that.

Ted sighs sadly and leans over, resting his head against Joan's shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. Leaning on her, both physically and emotionally.