"Phil's good for that. Sorting your head out, I mean, I always feel better after talking to him," Darcy acknowledges, because honestly where does she even start with that. It's not like she doesn't also want that, but admitting anything is fucking awful. Always, it just opens her up to lose whatever she admits she wants. Nothing is forever. Whatever she has, she must be willing to lose. And she did already lose Ava once. She's still trying to work out how to live with that hurt.

Darcy leans into the hug. Hopefully Ava takes that as an answer.

"Don't keep me in suspense too long, ehn?"