[He notices Norman spin the ring on his finger - the young man doesn't even seem to notice he's doing it, doesn't seem to notice him watching, perhaps. To say that he cared about being caught was inaccurate. Either he had ammunition, or Norman knew he had nowhere to escape.

Even if he left the office, Crane's seed had been planted - he was running from something, much like he was running away from a perfectly nice, considerate doctor who just wanted to help.]

Well. I have another opinion on this, Norman. [A pause, a heartbeat.] Are you frightened that, when that happens, you'll lose your wife? I'm sorry. You just seem like the type of man who'd devote his life to a special partner. Plus, well... [He gestures at the spinning ring.]