Dean tensed slightly at her question and he shifted in his seat. Of all the questions she could have been asking, why did it have to be that one? His gaze dropped to the table and his fingers tapped against the glass bottle. "Jo, that was like, ten years ago." He responded with a sigh, avoiding the question as best he could.
"I don't really see the point in pulling up the past when we have nothing but the future to look towards." It was overly optimistic of him and just another avoidance tactic. "I don't really want to talk about it, Jo."