[ He raises his eyebrows, resisting the urge to roll his own eyes or wring his hands together in exasperation and instead managing a half-hearted sort of smirk.

All things considered, conversation with another person is more reassuring than being stuck inside his own thoughts, so he's glad for it even if it isn't exactly comforting. But then: it is sort of a shit situation in his opinion, why even pretend otherwise? ]

I won't quote you, but it seems like you just became that person. At least for me you did.

But I'll also forgive you. Kind of pointless to worry about cliches when you're suddenly trapped in one.