[With his touch duly shunned, he drops his hand into his lap. If she doesn't want him messing with her hair, she's not going to want him checking out scrapes. The boy remains that way for a short while after she finishes, admittedly dampened. He thought he had been treating her like number one, but this entire spectacle seems to be proving otherwise. When will his move finally be the right one?

After a moment, he pushes himself to his feet. The fact that he brushes the dirt off of his butt in front of her may or may not be a purposeful gesture.

One step, two steps, three steps forward. Then he halts, takes a deep breath, cups his hands to his mouth, and shouts at the top of his lungs.]

JINX IS MY ONE AND ONLY GIRLFRIEND, AND IF ANYONE ELSE EVER LAYS A HAND ON HER, I'LL SEND THEM FLYING INTO THE PACIFIC!