"The hell is there to talk about?" he shoots back.

Truthfully, there's a hell of a lot to talk about, but Joel doesn't want to talk about any of it. Things happen and you move on - that's the way he's coped for the last twenty years and goddamn if he's going to change that now. Especially with Tess. Christ, just looking at her hurts if he lets himself think too deeply about it. Hurts, and also causes a kind of inexplicable simmering resentment.

Just then, the waitress returns to the table with the coffee pot. Joel sits back again and tries to pretend everything is fine and normal (how tense he is probably belies him) while the waitress eyes Tess before pouring Joel a cup. "Cup of coffee?" the waitress offers to Tess.