[That's wrong! he wants to say, because it doesn't seem right to give this guy a false impression. He already knows he doesn't have talent in anything, not in sports, not in school, not even in luck. But that's still hard to say out loud, so after another too-long pause, he just sighs.]

I... don't see how someone like me can be a source of comfort for anyone. I want to be someone confident and reliable, but I don't have any talent in that. I don't think I could pretend to be that kind of person.

I guess I'm interested in... just going home. Doing whatever I can to make sure we can all get back where we belong.