"Yes, I do," Autor insists, pressing against the door. "I don't want to go back to any life that doesn't include you. Yes, I'm feeling sorry, and no, I'm not decent--er... I mean... I'm dressed, and I'm decent that way, but, uh, I'm not a decent person, really, but... but that's beside the point, and uh, if you come out you'll see that I'm fully clothed..."

She can probably see through her monitors haw badly he's blushing, and how upset his expression is. "Anyway, I'm feeling sorry because I love you, and I don't want to see you hurt, not because I'm--you know what I mean."