He was-- the first person I was ever really with. But we hadn't been together for a long time by then.

[ he doesn't know that he'd call it love - in so much as they weren't allowed to be in love. ]

He convinced me once that we shouldn't leave the tower. I used to try escaping. All the time. But he asked me to stop, because it worried him, so I did. We could have some sort of life there, and it wouldn't be free, but we would have food and shelter and each other at least. He was the best thing about that place.