"It's me. It's Lionel," he answers, making the mistake of turning away from Jupiter's kiss and into her pap pap papping. He debates telling them where he's going, but what's the point? He doesn't know how they'd respond, but he has no interest in a possible debate or ruining their fun.

"I live every day," he protests and tries to extricate himself Chinese finger trap style: slowly and gently.