[His fingers twitch at his sides, that scowl not leaving his face even when she dismisses the whole fucking thing like it doesn't even matter. He shifts, arms crossing unhappily over his chest.]

You don't know that.

[He responds, insistent.]

It's all fucking peachy right now, but when they cross over again, you're fucked unless you've got some people looking out for you.

[He's a pusher, a presser, and he's doing it now, locking eyes with her and appealing seriously.]

Come on, Darcy, this shit's important, just tell me. Please.