He knew it was a stupid idea from the get-go. Accidentally mentioning it and then going ahead with it was one thing but geez, did he have to utterly panic and take the problem to the one person he thought - he thought - he could trust to help him out with it.
True, she was laying it out and telling it like it is, but it was doing nothing to relieve that horrid little knot of stress and nervousness and utter worry that had settled in his stomach and was rapidly shooting through the rest of him. So much so, that when he words come, all he can do is press his palms to his forehead, elbows settling against his knees as he shakes his head lightly.
"It...it is..." he mumbles, voice showing the first semblance of calm to it, even if it was only a snippet. "... I don't want to screw this up..."