"No."
It wasn't that he didn't like the idea. He did. Very much so. It would have just made things too complicated, too confused. And besides...they were different. Just because their hands fitted together, corresponding happily as they ran from a deranged alien race or some lunatic intent on invading beautiful worlds...just because their hands fitted together didn't mean their bodies or their emotions would.
"I can see it, you know. Both of you. It's sweet."
"It's wrong."
"It's -"
"Jack, shut up."
Easier to block it out than to face it. Because if he faces it, he knows he's going to have to tell her. And kiss her. And maybe lose her.
Because she may not feel the same way.