[There is a short pause as Leo's expression turns from understanding to sad to the typical look of somebody who is wrecking his head to think about something to cheer the other up and can't think of anything.

In the end he just curses lowly under his breath.]

Fuck. Sorry, I wish I'd know what to say at such a time. But I have no clue what could make it better. [All the mourning he knows is the one where you simply didn't have the time to stop and think about it for too long. They had always been racing.] ..Want to come over again?