...I thought you were good at hiding it, I-- I didn't know you couldn't feel it at all.

[It brings up doubts that he doesn't want to voice right now, both because he'd promised himself he'd wait and because he's afraid of the response. If he's dulled his sense of pain that much, how much of a sense of touch does he have? How many times might Ryan have touched him without him feeling much at all?

But still-- that's far beyond anything he'd known at home, and his voice is low and a little awed.]

That's- I couldn't have survived it. I almost can't believe anyone would.