Lynch observed the two people in front of him.
The man was slightly hunched. He wasn't trying to push his chest out; he just felt uneasy for some reason, so his shoulders were drawn inward. This gave him a bit of security but also made him look very humble.
His hands were clasping each other at first, but then he loosened them, rubbing his hands together. Instinctively, he held them together again only to let go. Then the woman reached out and held his hand, calming his emotions down.
He lowered his head, looking at his own hands, "I am bankrupt, Mr. Lynch."
After speaking, he laughed twice, as if amused by himself, yet gradually, the smile disappeared and his voice became deep.
He seemed to be affirming, or possibly confirming, as he repeated once more, "Yes, I am bankrupt."
He shook his head slightly, looked up at Lynch once, then lowered it again, "I don't blame anyone, no one has done anything terrible to us, this is just our life."
