[ there's honestly no reason why "we've both moved on" should stick out in her mind like a headline in bold print, but for some reason it does. and it's not really anything like jealousy or entitlement that strikes her, it's the fact that it makes her actually- think about it. for a moment. and that's weird. he's stating a simple thing. a fact, actually. it's a fact.

he's right. of course he's right.

she wants to argue it, because when does nancy not want to argue? but she won't.

and there's another i'm sorry that she wants to voice, but she won't do that either ]

You're right. [ she doesn't actually sound like she's agreeing with him, but she's trying. ] So we'll... move on. [ like it's that easy. she takes a slow step forward again, continuing their walk ] And I think we should move onto the diner. I know it was just a joke, but now I want a milkshake. You can get whatever you want, my treat.