[Alright, well, that gamble didn't pay off; he'd hoped he could get away with the distraction, but obviously not.

This time the sigh is more genuine and he goes serious again, offering a weak attempt at a shrug, gaze flickering between her and some distant point on the wall.]

I just don't have anything really... Middle range, I guess. So if you want to hear something super depressing, sure, I can tell you, but I didn't think you wanted any more...

[Stress, complicated nonsense, whatever. He isn't necessarily bothered by telling her things--he's not enthusiastic about it, but isn't opposed either--but also doesn't want this to turn into her dealing with things she doesn't need to.]