Figuring that Darcy wouldn't attempt to kill him until after they were done working out whatever was wrong with the adoption, Irv followed her to the car. On the ride back, however, he'd probably have to worry about her getting pissed.
When the car ride to the Department of Children and Families proved to be as silent as the wait in darcy's apartment, Irv almost felt like a petulant teenager again -- and just like when he was fifteen, he felt like he should break the silence, but couldn't bring himself to.
Feeling a weird mixture of relief and apprehension when they finally reached the building, he glanced at Darcy. "They at least told you where to go, didn't they?"