There's a slight laugh in his voice. "I mean, it can't be worse than what Sasha was making." And then the smile sort of fades a little, with the realisation. "I-I mean. The... the not-Sasha."

Hm. That was depressing to remember.

"L-look, Jon, you just... you tell me, just... whatever, whenever you're ready to. It doesn't need to be everything at once, we can- we can work up to it. Alright?" And that gets another smile out of him, soft again and trying his best to be reassuring as he gives Jon's hands another soft squeeze.