[Much to his own frustration, he nearly let the teapot clatter back onto its plate when he set it down. He barely registered what Albert was saying, instead noting the way he rubbed at his eyes-- again.

Someone is crying again, and pretending it's silliness and lack of control instead of pain again. Perhaps he isn't doing anything directly, but his indirect effect over the past week or so has been steller enough.

Not knowing quite what to do, or say and starting to truly dislike that he didn't, Jehan settled for staring at the ground and reaffirming lightly,]

You needn't apologize.

...You are allowed to express yourself, even if you're hurting. I'm-- sorry. That I can't do more.

Your friend... passed, I take it. [Very, very lightly.]