Well, Jessica supposed that was a nice consolation prize-- that he wasn't just suddenly over it all. It was just a conflict of interest, apparently.
"Do we?" Jessica knew she was being contrary, but she didn't care. "I don't ever recall us discussing what we wanted from our lives." She pursed her lips. "But do go on. Tell me about these things I don't want." Since Dane was so knowledgeable. Since he knew everything about everything. (Thankfully, she managed to keep from speaking those thoughts aloud. She wasn't quite upset enough-- probably because he'd caught her so off-guard.)