It had been very pleasant, actually, right up until it wasn't.

Devin didn't look at her, the projected ease completely unshaken. "Everyone has a story. Life means pain, of one kind of another." He paused for a breath. "It's not such an old wound. Not as old as some."

That made it worse, in some ways. A decade wasn't so long that he'd forgotten the physical pain, much less the rest of it.