"Are you okay?" Darcy asked me, grabbing my arm.
"Yeah, I'm just a bit dizzy, I guess. I think I stood up too quickly."
"Take care of yourself," he said gently.
"What are you even doing here?"
Before he had a chance to respond the doorbell rang and I jumped. "Oh my God, who could that be?"
My first thought was that it would be Bing, but then I remembered that he is in New York. With Jane. Who he would be here to see.
Then I heard Charlotte's voice and realised it was the Chinese food. Of course. That would be an expected arrival at the front door. But these days I've come to expect the unexpected, not the normal.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Darcy. It came out a little harsher than I intended, but I couldn't think of any way to soften it, so I just let my words hang in the air.
"I got your message..."
"And you didn't reply!"
"No, I just, well, I just wanted to see you. Your last few videos have allowed me to hope as I had scarcely allowed myself to hope before."
"Why are you talking like you're from the 19th Century? You sound like you're getting your lines from one of my undergraduate texts."
"I'm trying to tell you something..."
"Well stop talking and put your face on mine, William Darcy."