[Rich hates the look Darcy gives him, all miserable hatred and exhausted tears. He knows for a fact he probably had a similar look when his roommate found him on the verge of a breakdown and withdrawal. It's the look of someone who needs care that they just won't accept.
He wants to say as much, but thankfully, someone else interrupts before he can say it wrong and jam his foot further down his throat. He turns to the other woman with a bit of surprise, but that shock is only compounded when Darcy actually listens.]
I... okay. I'll be back.
[It... stings a little, that he couldn't have managed to get her to accept his help without someone else twisting her arm, but he ignores that in favor of dealing with the whole emergency, running off to find where Watson is seated.]
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He wants to say as much, but thankfully, someone else interrupts before he can say it wrong and jam his foot further down his throat. He turns to the other woman with a bit of surprise, but that shock is only compounded when Darcy actually listens.]
I... okay. I'll be back.
[It... stings a little, that he couldn't have managed to get her to accept his help without someone else twisting her arm, but he ignores that in favor of dealing with the whole emergency, running off to find where Watson is seated.]