"Then what is it, Greg?" Ray's hand recoiled, and dropped to his lap. He felt at a total loss, uncertain what to do or how to proceed. "I love you, and right now I feel like you're slipping away and that scare me, Greg. It scares the shit out of me." Sitting like he was, facing Greg, was worse than when he'd gone to take the money back tot he bank, to turn himself in and face the music of being incarcerated as a bank robber. The fates had worked out in his favor that day, and he prayed for the same, now.