Jean-Paul's eyebrow ticks up and he can't quite hide a smirk. "Oh, come on," he says. "WE'RE okay and we did a lot more than kiss. Is this person immature or something?"

His smirk fades into a sad little smile. "This is like talking to myself," he mutters. "Look. I am not discounting your pain. I'm actually not - my greatest heartaches were in my youth. You feel more when you're young, because it's so new. I'm just saying that being alone isn't any great salve."