It was so easy while they were still in motion to just move past it, leave it to be hashed out if they got through it. Well, they're through it, one way or another, and now here be the consequences. It feels like there's physical weight straining their gaze up to his face, and then they do-

Damnit. Damnit to hell. He can break their neck if he's still disgusted or whatever, damn goodness and mercy and everything else they aimed for and fell short of. Darcy wraps both arms around his shoulders, draws him in with both hands at his back, forehead to his chest, and wails.