Call it what you want, Victoria. It had to start somewhere, didn't it? Three years ago it was an attack of conscious. Now it's just...damn it, I don't know.

I ain't better, but I would look out for him even if he didn't know. I...I think I'd like to see him smile. He's always so grouchy, but when I have seen him smile it's such a nice thing. It's so...so...

Attractive.

[He's not even noticing the whole chin-hand thing he's got going on right now, or how ridiculously infatuated he not only looks, but sounds.]