[It takes Darcy a long time to make up his mind and actually pull up in the Bennet's front driveway. There may have been more circling around the neighbourhood than he is comfortable admitting to. And of course another five minutes sitting and staring intently at the front door, working over the words in his head and all her possible responses to them, all the worst scenarios looping over and over again like some macabre clip show of social ineptitude. He finally decides that siting outside any longer will look worse than actually ringing the doorbell, and steels himself for the worst as he rings the doorbell.
One such worst case scenario comes into play, and Mrs Bennet answers the door. Darcy prays to whichever gods might be listening that Lizzie's mother is blissfully unaware of the videos as he asks if Lizzie is home, and is directed to her bedroom door.
Palms sweating, he takes a deep breath, and knocks.]
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One such worst case scenario comes into play, and Mrs Bennet answers the door. Darcy prays to whichever gods might be listening that Lizzie's mother is blissfully unaware of the videos as he asks if Lizzie is home, and is directed to her bedroom door.
Palms sweating, he takes a deep breath, and knocks.]