Samuel Johnson looked down at her, his facial expression blank for a moment.
He didn't know what expression to use to face Amanda Smith at this moment.
This version of Amanda Smith, sharp enough to make her seem strange, was someone he hadn't encountered in their fifteen years of acquaintance.
He felt incapable of handling it.
He looked down at her tears with a somewhat dazed appearance, listening to the sound of his own heartbeat and his breathing, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat, leaving him unable to utter a word.
Her tears left him feeling helpless and lost.
The outburst of anger that had surged within him dissolved in an instant, and he seemed to freeze up, rendered speechless in the face of her tears.
After a while, he got off the bed, walked over to the door, then from the door to Amanda's side. He wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out.
An apology?