She fell silent after her revelation and just watched him. Even though she really wasn't paying attention to it, she'd been holding her breath from the moment she finished speaking. She was waiting for some kind of explosion, some kind of angry outburst, and as every second ticked by quietly, her anxiety grew.
"Sam, it's not..." It wasn't a line. It wasn't a joke. She was more serious about this than she'd ever been about anything, and she was about to tell him all of that when he started to laugh lightly. But she didn't. From the way he was looking at her all of a sudden, she knew she didn't have to.
A frown pulled her mouth downward when he leaned against the desk looking like he was holding back on a lot of emotion. It was expected, but it didn't mean she liked it, nor did it mean she was prepared for it. What could she say? It wasn't like telling him anything would make it better or undo anything.