He'd never quite smiled as widely as he did now, throwing his arms around Torrance's shoulders but keeping the weight from becoming uncomfortable for the awkward bindings. When he tried to speak it was nearly impossible, as if he were fighting back the urge to choke, but he was able to swallow enough to force his tongue into movement: "I... l-love you, Torrance... A-always thought... it w-wa...was a fool's wish or som... something... Like a f-fairy tale but one that... t-th-that didn't have a happy ending... Thought it m-might pass..."

All it took was a desperate kidnapping of both parties to get them to admit it. He felt stupid now for not just saying it when he had the chance. Anything could have been better than being locked up like this, as if he were the one to be saved. He couldn't imagine some young teenage love to feel so... strong. Serious. Like it was all he had keeping him going. If Torrance hadn't been so sweet over the years, Soryn's life would have been miserable.