[Lacus puts her tea down and steps over to him, gently prying one of his hands loose so she can hold it. And she lets a little of her sadness show through, because he deserves honesty from her.]
Then I won't ask you not to worry. But I hope it's all right if I ask for a bit of comfort, even if I can't talk about it yet. [It may not get her to sleep, but even so.]