Harry was taken about as Clark didn't seem to know how to answer, and in fact seemed dejected about it all. Harry hadn't meant to upset Clark, he just wanted to figure out a moral dilemma. Harry looked back down at the desk, wishing he hadn't said anything now. 

He didn't know what to say, and so he didn't say anything, wishing now that he had skipped the class. He didn't want to make a teacher feel bad. So far this day hadn't been good. It couldn't get any worse, could it?