Jack flushed a little bit, because he knew that his ramble sounded a bit ridiculous. And he wasn't exactly the crazy fanboy type. He wasn't going to chase Kirley down the street, for instance, screeching for his autograph on his underwear. Nor was he going to burst into tears and sob all over Kirley's shoulder.
He was just a huge fan. He had been since he was a small boy, and now he was standing across the counter from him - well, he couldn't not sound anything! That would be madness!
"I like to think I'm one of the cool ones. Well maybe not cool but you know. Not crazy. I'm not going to sneak into your flat and try and have your babies." Even if such a thing was possible, which it wasn't due to his lack of uterus and all that.
"Uh, I would love an autograph. Or tickets. That would be... wow. Amazing." He raked his fingers up through his hair, pushing it back off of his forehead. It just flopped right back down again. "I play too. Music. Well, obviously." The conversation hadn't suddenly switched to checkers or anything.