"I was worried." "Renna, what's gotten into you? This isn't like you," he says, gently. He sounds like he is in agony. "I'm in love with you!" I say, into his chest. “You don't need to say it back, and I'm not asking you to either. But I'm strong enough to admit that I'm in love with you and I hate seeing you like this. What are they doing to you in here? Why have they done this?" I tug at the straps.
