He forced a chuckle at her first comment, feeling a bit sick about it as he did so. Everything was forced and it wasn't fair to Marissa that she had just chanced to meet him right before such a devastating thing had happened and flipped his personality around. She had chosen to go out with him at first because she needed someone who could take her out, show her fun, make her feel better about things... Darien had always been that guy, right until the day after he'd met her. Now he was acting like a kicked puppy; unable to enjoy anything, much less try to spark enjoyment in someone else.
The guilt punched him in the gut once more, a bit harder now, when she called him out on it.
Shit.
"I'm really sorry," he groaned. There was no use in denying it, and he figured it might have been the first genuine thing he'd done since they'd been there. "It's not you, it's just--"
Darien stopped, frowning, and thought better of telling her. Truthfully, not only did he not want to relive the news again, but he wasn't entirely sure he should tell anyone. The whole thing had been such a private pain for Dianna and he was sure she didn't want the whole world knowing, even if it was someone she'd never met. "I'm distracted."
Speaking of distractions, his mind was sidetracked at that very moment by a strange glint of gold, and his eyes drew themselves to his date's hand. Or... wait, what was that? He hoped the confusion didn't seem like disgust as it flashed across his face and he became fixated very suddenly with whatever was going on with Marissa's hand.
"That's a very--" weird "--interesting glove."
Except that definitely was not a glove... Damn, he was really off his game if he hadn't noticed that thing before.
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