"Right," he nodded, watching Bart lean in close to Jessica to rub his face against her cheek. Nick reached out and felt a motorboat purr rumbling along the cat's back, and he shook his head with a smile. Apparently he was losing his cat here. "Vigilantism. College. Cross-stitch. Swing dancing. People. Whatever it is, there are a lot of things worth loving, you know? Worth caring about. What do you care about, Jess?" It was a simple question with infinite important answers, and while he didn't expect her to give him one, he expected her to give it some real thought.