[Have a smile and a sad little shake of his head.]

I don't accept your apology, because you're only apologizing because you cried on me. [A ghost of a smirk, at that.] I can't tell you everything will be okay or some other trite bullshit, but for what it's worth, if there's a way, we'll find it. I know we will.

[He conjures a cup of tea done the Russian way (very black, very strong, quite sweet) on a saucer for you. For some reason he pegs you for a sweet tooth. Anyway, if he's wrong, he's a Matter mage, there's an easy fix.]

Here. I think I read somewhere that Russians actually drink more tea than vodka. Let's break tradition a bit.