[To hell with not much expression. He's a kid, and he's crying, and Jonathan doesn't feel much like a grown man at the moment either.]

I... I'm sorry. That you lost somebody and it hurts enough that the... that this hurts just as much. It's bad enough that -

[He stumbles a little bit, but falls back against the wall as he'd intended, sliding down it to sit on the floor with his legs bent in front of him. He looks up at Nagisa with weary horror.]

I mean, Christ, you're what, sixteen? This just isn't... there's no use saying "this isn't right" when we all know it, but it's not, and it's horrible to use people's pain like this. I'm sorry.