[He offers a smile of his own. He's not exactly the best at pep talks- he's never needed to be, Rapunzel fields that very well on her own, and when she can't do it, Eugene or Lance can usually step up to the plate. He's usually there for the abject pessimism. ]

Of course, it's not bad. I mean- I get it, thinking that you're... not. [Because both of them are goddamn experts in self-loathing at this point. ] But I promise you that none of that matters. The heartbeat, or breathing or... whatever. You still think, you still feel. That's what matters, not the inner workings. You're just as much of a person as I am.