He pulled back from her arms, his face stunned as he looked up at her, checking what sort of expression she was making as she dropped those words.
The look in those blue eyes was no longer cautious or subdued like how she usually looked at him, but sharp and icy now, if not outright dangerous, like she was ready to strangle whoever had turned him into this broken, sobbing creature right now. He couldn't recall ever seeing her make such a terrifying expression, and he was a terrifying being himself.
"I... I'm sorry for making you feel that way," he stammered, unsure what the right thing to say to that frightening face was. How could she possibly hold him and soothe him so gently one moment, then switch into murderous mode the next?
