Well. That wasn’t your regular, run of the mill response. Darcy hesitated, sure that he looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment as he tried to process that.
“Of course. I don’t know why that even surprises me anymore,” he admitted. He would have asked about how she felt about that, how she adjusted, but even though he now knew that people on the station questioned each other like that, he wasn’t quite ready to copy them. “How is your son? Well, I hope?”