"I have to go"
The words catch in Lisbon's voice. Jane's up on his feet instantly, Lisbon's revelation has him reeling.
"Don't go Lisbon we need to talk."
"It's late Jane."
Lisbon's underlying meaning is another punch to Jane. He looks in to her eyes, his voice a desperate whisper.
"But not too late?"
He searches her face for reassurance, she looks down in defeat.
"He's nice guy Jane."
He moves closer.
"Yes, a better man than I."
He strokes her face with his thumb.
"You won't regret this."
"I alrea…"
Jane interrupts.
"I'll make sure."
"Promise?"
He kisses her.