You mean what did you let yourself in for?”
"Yeah.”
"Too late to turn back now.”
"I know. I'm just not feeling great.”
"You want bullshit happy mouth noises, or the truth.”
"Bullshit happy mouth noises.”
"It's great,” Miller said without missing a beat. "It's having a long restful sleep full of interesting, vivid dreams.”
A cramp ran through Jim's gut, sharp as a screwdriver. "You're right. That does sound great,” he said through clenched teeth. "I really think I'm going to like that.