He glanced at her, wondering what she'd think if she knew that her real mother had hardly been in any position to take care of her in the first place. Being told you were a child born out of wedlock - which was apparently some kind of sin to Catholics - and given up for that reason wouldn't be easy to deal with, which was why Vlad knew he could never tell her. Sometimes ignorance really was bliss. "It sounds to me like she wanted to mold you into something specific, but instead you refused to yield, so she asked you to leave. That is a good thing," he added, just in case she took it the wrong way. "As for these 'rules'... well, there are far to many of them to keep track. Most parents would disagree, but mistakes are how people learn. It's natural to make them."
Vlad was almost surprised to realize that he was actually having a conversation with someone else without wanting to bash his head against the wall. Not that he was incapable of it, but his circle of friends in the building wasn't that big. At the very least he knew that Darcy hadn't grown up into some kind of spoiled diva.