Look, I have to see enough of you together over the school year. I feel better about it than I did last year, but it's still uncomfortable. I'd rather it was me, and while I'm aware that was never likely to happen, logic has proven remarkably useless in trying to get over having certain ridiculous hopes dashed. So I didn't want to subject myself to fits of jealousy over the summer on top of it.

[Not looking at Bruce, just staring moodily out at the dancers.] They've put something in the pumpkin juice again, haven't they? I never intended to tell you that.