A good point. I will aim for the moon, whatever that is comparable to. [Never too sensitive. The moon would be, what? How much Jack and Kitty love the other's left legs?] Nothing happened that I remember.
[He sighs melodramatically, trying to downplay his actual worries by amplifying them theatrically.] Maybe this is a natural reaction to loving someone when you know that you can't keep them. I had no intention of falling in love again, you know.