<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He pulled out of her and stood up, looking down at the mess that, in all honesty, was a perfect metaphor for their lives. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“I wish you could have said that years ago.” he said softly, ”I wish that we had had this conversation when you got back. But sadly, wishing changes nothing. We are where we are, and now we both have to deal with it.”<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99"> He started undoing the straps, freeing her from her bonds before picking her up and cradling her in his arms as he walked over to her cell.</span> “Can I ask you one question without getting a snarky remark?”</span>