He slumps down into the armchair, and stares forward. Maybe he should be trying to work out what he should say, what shouldn't get passed on, what he cares that people know or not. It's hard to focus on what he thinks about it. A large part of him thinks that he doesn't really have the right to hold anything back. At the same time, when he considers admitting what happened to him his insides recoil at once. So...no. Probably not that. But if she asks-

He drinks his drink, and gets another, and drinks that too. He'll still be sitting there, smoking distractedly, when she comes back.