Sometimes things get a bit too serious, and then you remember you're just some glitchy loser in a hot tub in the middle of some nautically themed pocket dimension or whatever talking with your sorcerer skeleton buddy about what gets his bones off.

Ava leans against Skulduggery, trying to take back control her breathing and wiping at the damp corners of her eyes.

She could try gently prodding again at what Darcy might have found that concerns him so much. Or... no, he'd have told her if he wanted her to know and she has to respect that. So she sighs. "I think I like somebody. But I don't know what to do about it."