Jack glances over when Riley begins to tell his story, and there's more too it than Jack maybe expects at first. Though somehow everything makes a little more sense to him, that this flower shop isn't something Riley has just done forever. It's something he became after what sounds like a fairly traumatic life experience. Somehow that fits a little easier into Jack's head. "You picked the right hobby, and it probably helps people are willing to pay you," he says in response gesturing at the arrangement to his left.

Of course, Jack doesn't have any hobbies unless lying and shooting guns counts, and he isn't sure they do. Or it's not a hobby he can exactly open a cutesy little shop on a Boardwalk with probably. "So. Who is Ryan? Is that you're husband?" he asks because he caught the name and the fact that Riley moved here with someone to open this business.

Jack just naturally assumes they are close. He also in the next breath thinks he might be asking too many questions. Because he's also already preparing to figure out where Riley moved here from, how he picked this place, and why. The need to question, to gather information is a hardwiring he sometimes forgets to turn off. "I don't mean to pry," he quickly says.