It couldn’t be easy to hear about all the awful acts the person you loved had committed. Added to the memories of that day in the Manor. Of years of minor torments at school. He swore and let the sheet around his hips drop, started jerking on his jockeys, yanking up his jeans. She was silent, mouth open as if she were about to speak, but nothing came out. He glared at her as he fiddled with the button on his jeans.