That made Dance wince - the fact that she had liked him. Yes, he knew that he had been the one who had pushed for them to talk, and spend time together. Because he just - well he had wanted to see if there was anything there outside of the bedroom.
And he did like Jessica - but really they didn't have anything in common beyond lines of work that were a bit bizarre. And to be honest he mostly liked her when they were in the bedroom, because when they weren't they kept fighitng and that was just no way to have things.
"I'm sorry." That seemed rather lame, but it was all he could think of to say.