[he steps inside, then holds the door open as she follows him, closing the door securely after them]
All right. Yes, we ought to do just that.
[he blinks, his face troubled, and his composure cracks a little]
Oh, PM. I thought that if only I could tell you of my feelings, and if only you returned them, everything would be all right and so much less mixed-up and stupid. But now, I see that everything is so very complicated, even more than it was. Oh, I despise this prison and this warden!