He was silent for a long moment. He didn't want to talk about it, just having it alone, in his head, was painful enough, to have it out in the open, hanging in the air--

To have to face that it really had happened and it wasn't going to turn out to be a bad dream.

"It's..." He started, stopped, and looked over at Sam. "Surely you've got somewhere else you'd rather be. With someone not whining their troubles at you."