[He's about to tell her to not worry about it again, that being hurt like this doesn't particularly bother him. That he's done worse to himself before! ...Not that it's much of a comfort, but Guzma doesn't think about it like that. However, the chance to say any of that is whisked away with the last part she adds and he's left...unsure of how to respond.
She...knew he had slept with others before, he made that very apparent! So, then...what's the problem here? If that was a problem, then why would she have...]
...Yeah, I've slept with others, but you knew that.
[His tone isn't accusatory, he's just confused. Despite the pain, he shifts and uses his arms to push himself up to better look at her, trying to hold back a pained grimace.]
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She...knew he had slept with others before, he made that very apparent! So, then...what's the problem here? If that was a problem, then why would she have...]
...Yeah, I've slept with others, but you knew that.
[His tone isn't accusatory, he's just confused. Despite the pain, he shifts and uses his arms to push himself up to better look at her, trying to hold back a pained grimace.]
Lu—be real with me, what's wrong?