"No, no, I wouldn't go that far," Rawdon gave her a dismissive wave and shook his head lightly. He didn't want to tell her what to do, he just didn't want her to feel guilty over the same shit forever. "I mean, not unless you want to do that," he added. "I just mean... she's made her choices, she knew what the consequences might be," he sighed a little. He was shit at this, and he probably wasn't helping. "But if you do want to try and talk with her... maybe try to do it without Darcy there next time," he shrugged. His presence just seemed to complicate matters.
Rawdon was glad to catch that little smile. This part he was better at - the distracting. "Gad..." he blinked rapidly, the strange gadgets and holograms always leaving him a little baffled. He'd finally stopped questioning his sanity over every little thing though, so that was definitely progress.
He barely paused to think at her question, the answer seeming obvious to him as he shook his head. "No, I wouldn't. Truthfully, as strange as it might sound, I have already grieved for my father. That was just... closure? It wrapped things up much more neatly," he explained.