[And at that, the carefully formulated starts, the probing questions he'd started stringing together to make a good face for this just hit the floor and shattered.
It wasn't the content of the confession. He was apprised of that.
It was the fact the confession happened.
There's a moment of clear, open surprise. He doesn't answer immediately, face thoughtful and drawn. Instead, he steps in and finds a chair (not the one Gregor was just in) and settles in it, elbows on the armrests.]
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It wasn't the content of the confession. He was apprised of that.
It was the fact the confession happened.
There's a moment of clear, open surprise. He doesn't answer immediately, face thoughtful and drawn. Instead, he steps in and finds a chair (not the one Gregor was just in) and settles in it, elbows on the armrests.]
So I'd heard.