[Well, Saya. Watch him wince so hard he has to hide his head in his hands. Bad idea bad idea why did he start on this.]

No. No. She- she wouldn't tell me. She never told me, if I had anything to be worried about. And I don't think I ever stopped worrying.

[And before she queries that, he spreads his fingers and peers between them at her.]

Not about the syphilis.