[ Well, if he was trying to manipulate her into feeling guilty for attempting to help herself out of an unhealthy situation... It worked. His words cut deep and she moves, despite her body's protests. Darcy puts herself in his lap, straddling him as fresh tears roll down her cheek.

She needed to fix this, needed to make sure he didn't feel unwanted - something she was far too familiar with. ]

I'm sorry -- I- I was scared. I've never... No one has ever done so much for me. I didn't-- [ Her small frame trembles, fingers clinging to him like a lifeline. ] Please.... I want you, I'm sorry. I love you.

[ And then words tumble out that she immediately regrets, whispered against his lips. ] Le-let me prove it to you.