"And suffering. Mostly alone, because I sure as hell am not what she wants, as much as I'm trying." She doesn't set her utensils down, but she does stab her fork into a piece of food and just hold it there. Like she might be imagining she's stabbing it into his leg for being a moron or something. "I know you have no idea what it was like? But the fact that she's spending time with me means she doesn't want to be alone. And that's not your call to make anyway, is it?" Darcy's brows hike up toward her hairline. Think critically about that, professor.