[For a minute, there's no further sound out of him except the rustle of folding clothes.
When he does respond, his tone is markedly matter-of-fact, almost clipped.] It hurt. [Another pause, heavy with the unspoken snippets of less concise descriptions he's pushing aside.] But you could've guessed that.
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When he does respond, his tone is markedly matter-of-fact, almost clipped.] It hurt. [Another pause, heavy with the unspoken snippets of less concise descriptions he's pushing aside.] But you could've guessed that.