[ turns out not making "that face" is harder than it sounds. rather than trying to fabricate something more accepting of the situation, he just glances away, trying to process it. but Fiona's arm around his shoulder relaxes him, and after staying quiet a little longer he starts to snap out of it. he shakes his head as if to detract from his initial reaction, and clears his throat quietly, finally ready to speak. ]

Yeah—I mean, you're right, of course. I know they're working on it. I, uh... I was planning on getting involved with that, anyway, so I'll just... get on it.

[ truthfully, he has no idea if he can even do anything to help, but he can't not try. especially not now. he looks back at Rhys, a little abashed. ]

How long have you known?