Gregory's jovial expression faded into one of concern as he observed the sudden shift in Lilith's demeanor. He had expected her to brush off his teasing with a witty retort or a playful jab, but the sadness in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Lilith..." he began, his voice softening with genuine empathy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
Lilith shook her head, her hands still covering her face as she struggled to compose herself. "It's not your fault," she murmured, her words muffled by her hands. "It's just... everything with Amon. It's complicated."
Gregory fell silent, sensing that Lilith needed a moment to collect her thoughts. He understood all too well the complexities of love and the pain that often accompanied it.
While he may not have experienced such emotions himself, he had witnessed enough heartache in his long existence to recognize it in others.
