Either for the sake of scheme or superiority, he gradually sinks into the dark ocean of morbid passion. If Cronenberg spiked it with details, or Lone's face was soft as his butt, I'd fall deeply with Jeremy who again let his gender-confused soul tortured by his own delusion.
Watch out the Stockholm syndrome. Cuz it's just so easy to be held as a hostage by all kinds of things: your job, obsessions, relationships, so-called dreams, and even love.