Darcy/Spencer, "You found out aliens exist and you didn't tell me. I don't think our relationship can continue after this betrayal."
Darcy rolled her eyes. “Like you didn’t know, Mr. FBI…sorry…Dr. FBI. Besides. I had to sign an NDA.”
Spencer reached for the sugar, dumping some into his coffee. “Well…okay. I can forgive a bureaucratically motivated secret…” The way his mouth twitched at the corner gave him away.
“And since you know now…” she paused, looking around quickly. “You wanna meet him?”
“You should know me well enough that I shouldn’t have to answer that.”
“I’ll give him a call…” She pulled out her phone.
“Oh and Darcy? If it’s not too much trouble…do you think…he would…”
“Oh, he’ll let you try, but you won’t be able to lift it, Spence. And I say that in the nicest way possible.”
“But I can try…” He smiled.