Darcy smiled a little, amused that she’d apparently managed to slip in a compliment about his appearance even despite the circumstances.
“Well, I suppose six year olds are more open to new ideas than adults sometimes. They have more imagination,” he said, wondering if maybe they could manage it. Poor little Georgie, she had to be so confused.
“Well, it’s the middle of the night in 18-something,” his head was too fuzzy to do simple arithmetic. “So we keep it dark for now. I have candles, there are some on top of the dresser,” he told her. A few had appeared from home, complete with silver candlesticks that he fully intended to sell one of these days. They hadn’t needed to be used until now.