His eyes dart away from her at the question. He doesn't want to answer. Some is too embarrassing to recount, some are just horrors that he didn't want to remember at all. She was even there for it, and doesn't seem to remember. Better that way, he thinks.

"It's none of your concern. It's in the past."

He leaves it at that. It's not worth her worrying about it, or asking too many questions about either.