I'm worried about you. I've been worried about you since you first told me about the Victrola party. And I've asked you before if everything is all right, and you told me that it is now, but I really don't think it is.

So I understand that you'll talk when you want to, and I'm not about to try to persuade you or force you into it, but please, at least do me the courtesy of telling me the truth when you do? That's all I ask.