He's not that far behind her on the dating front. If it's not named Jack or Killian, he's not that interested these days. Thankfully, there's still something of that old kinship he'd felt when they were dating, so he finds there's little use in arguing much more.

"Yeah, okay," he finally agrees, nodding slowly. He's a bit wobbly on his feet, but he manages well enough as they head in the direction he knows she's going.

Darcy's probably one of his favorite people. She has such a way about her that even something like this feels enticing and warm. He wishes more situations filtered this way, but most of his interactions are limited to short transactions and arguments as to whether the benches in the park are subject to public use and therefore he can't be tossed out for sleeping on them.

This sort of caring isn't as common as it used to be.

"Things been goin' okay at— at work?"