Darcy was in the process of setting his food on the table in front of the couch when he spoke and she reached up quickly to cover Bruce's mouth.
“Don't wish for anything.” she warned softly. “Steven, the one who used to be a little boy here, he almost died from a wish last month.” She sighed softly and rest her head on his shoulder, positioning herself to almost bracket Jacob between them.
“I missed you. I hated every minute of it. But I don't blame you Bruce, I know you'd never do that to us if you could help it.” She murmured. There was no point in lying, trying to tell him that everything had been fine, but she was just so happy to have him back that it almost didn't matter anymore. She worked her arms around him. “Do it again though and I will find you and you won't be happy about it.” There was no actual malice in her voice as she hugged him a little tighter.