[Not good, indeed. Robert's always an awkward mess when he does this kind of stuff... not that he doesn't want to, for once, but it's so obvious he rarely does it.]

... It's... alright, Helios; it certainly wasn't your fault, any more than it was mine.

... A-And I am... incompetent, too. So p-please don't trouble yourself...

[Robert's small hand finds its way to Helios' cold one, and might take it gently if Helios allows.]