With a quick reprieve from the bite of Cu Chulainn's nails, Gordin exhales rather shakily and tries to stem his tears; there's no way he can be comforting if he can't say something that he doesn't believe. So they just awkwardly squat on the side of the footpath as he tries to think of something that would work (and keep him from making ridiculous, squeaky hiccup noises as the tears begin to dry up).

Eventually he manages to collect himself enough that unbroken speech is possible. ...Thank Naga.
"I hope I am. But...We're just here to help, right? So once the city's--" Eurgh, huge sniffle. Gross. "--bleh, once it's fixed up, we should be able to go home! They wouldn't lie to us, I'm sure! So you and me, we'll get to go see our families again. And until then, we'll just have to make friends and keep working hard as possible. We can do that, you and me. Right?"