'Water under a decrepit bridge." Spike shurgs, heading for the couch and settling into the beat-up cushions. "No, too right you can't help it. Don't I know you've got no control over who you feel for. Lucky you've got someone who understands that. Guilt. Who needs it." He chugs more beer, chuckling at Jack's comments, until the last, when he mumbles something that sounds like "wouldn't let me have a kitten...not like I would bet my own pet..."