Owen smiled up at Gray. "It's not that I don't like you." And he really couldn't say that he didn't like Gray. He didn't know him. Visions were just that, visions. And this looked like someone who was different from the man he saw. "What I don't like is seeing what has happened to you. No person is property and no person should be beaten."
He wasn't ready to tell Gray that he knew Jack. He couldn't. He had to gain the man's trust first. Owen stood up, staring at Gray. "Look me in the eye. I don't hate you. I want to help you. I'm here, aren't I?" He sighed, not blinking, not looking away. Gray had to know he was here for him.