Darcy can't stomach the feeling of drinking more. Is she sure? Yes. She was sure when she told Stede she was quitting and then he reaffirmed his care for her and ruined it. She was sure she was okay with how things were going with Skulduggery and herself up until he affirmed he was willing to try the father figure thing for her. Darcy knows what she is. Knows she's hard work and thorny and probably not worth the effort. But it had meant a lot when Stede and Skulduggery had been willing to fight for her.

Izzy accepts it quietly and she restrains the urge to punch him again. Really has to flex her fist for a moment. There's no way in her mind to ask for what she wants here. She can't even nail it down for herself.

She slumps her face on the table now. Pushes the remaining shot glasses away with a finger. Her face feels weirdly uncharacteristically warm. It's unpleasant.

"What now?" she asks, a mirror of the conversation in the car.