Kelly fished for it.
Rory wasn’t giving up the monster that swam in his heart. He wanted to come out to Kelly and say what it was that he desired most in a lover. But he couldn’t. Not even if they had gone camping in a teepee under a thumbnail moon could he express what it was he had locked up tight in that tower that housed his emotional mind.
Kelly’s inquiry was like a tree that fell alone in the woods. No one was present to accept a collect call.