[It's not a nice expression. His usual countenance is usually fairly steady, either a familiar smile or an exasperated grimace. This... is what some might call hopelessness.

But he knows that Erika is looking at him, just like he knows that he doesn't want to be the kind of person who she can't rely on. So he forces a smile and glances back up to meet her eyes.]

Well... I know if it was me, I'd be happy other people we having fun in such a terrible place. So... maybe we shouldn't feel bad about things we can't change. Right?