It's more like a confession was nixed, then botched, then horrifically mutilated with the most saccharine of drug trips and hurt feelings. If I ever get the chance to talk to him again, I'm not going to even breech that subject.

Two or three years...I don't know. It might be a little too young for me. I really wouldn't want to take advantage of a thirteen year old, you know?

[Oh Jane the things you don't know you're doing.]