He couldn't speak for a moment, he was to afraid that if he did his heart might beat right up his throat and pop out onto the floor. His legs felt like jelly and really he couldn't believe he'd gathered enough courage to say all of that just now. He reached his hand around to make sure the lid of the toilet was down before sitting down.

" Yes." he said " I really do." it was easier sitting, easier to get his blood to pump and easier to think. " My life, for what it's worth, is yours."