Darcy didn’t know why the length of time surprised him, he’d heard from plenty of people now that they had been on the station for a similar length of time, but it really seemed to be hitting it further home every time.
He didn’t know if he could survive it.
“Yes...” he sipped at his tea, and then decided that a merchants son was a perfectly acceptable person to be a little more open with. He’d found Mr Bingley to be a most pleasing friend in that manner, although he hoped he wouldn’t come across as rude to a mere acquaintance.
“Please forgive me, and do not make any response that you feel is too personal. How did you adjust?”