"You don't want to go back." The tone's a gentle sort of sarcasm, pitched to amuse rather than sting -- and it's certainly true. "Let's just say you're moving on."

Desire gives a little nudge with the shoulder Jack's leaning on, rolling the man's head a little closer in.
If Desire were Jack's type, this would be kissing distance.
If he wanted it.

"And now you get to choose where you go next."