"Good," Darcy's maybe a little more curt than he's intending to be, "I don't want to talk about it."

Maybe it was better when he first arrived, when he didn't say shit and people didn't know his business. Maybe it's not Gwen's fault, but most of his loved ones haven't seen his Krewe- why does she get to? Why does she get to be in his head.

He stalks off, hoping that he'll cool down before he has to sleep in the same room as her again tonight.