[ Frustration meets the chill now. It manages to warm it, a little, but not in any way that feels positive. ]

Do you think I don't know that? I know you can't be kissed, Jane.

[ He breathes out a sigh that's almost as loud as his words. ]

I just wish that you could. I don't want someone else. I know who I want. And that doesn't stop, just because we can't -

Because we decided not to -

[ He blows out air, running his hand over his face. ]

Do you really think I would want to date someone, and spend the entire time wishing they were you? Because that's what would happen, and the truth is I have no interest in...in pretending.