Darcy remained silent as she worked on the tie, watching her fingers move with the fabric just as something to focus on. She slipped it over his head, and he felt all the anger and frustration of the morning just slipping away into a sort of sadness. He worried for just a second that he might start crying. He wasn't sure that she had ever seen him cry. It probably wasn't a good time to start.
He blinked the urge away, an cleared his throat.
"Thank you. Someone who knows me very well picked it out for me," he told her, forcing a small smile instead.