Helena's explanation is, again, soothing, as slowly she lays down the pieces that offer a bigger window into the decision than a hole in the wall. The more she says, the less he's got to say. A long engagement, a promise that is real that'll carry them out until the island is safe. Okay.

Part of him wants to start wheedling them about wedding plans but not only will that make Darcy explode into small confetti, it's pretty clear that that's not something they're thinking of right now, and there's a superstitious part of him that feels like his silence will buy them all time. Like if he doesn't speak it into existence, things will move along at the pace they're supposed to, the way they want it to. No detours into the fast lane.

"Ta fiancée est jolie avec toi," as he reaches over to ruffle Darcy's hair a little. To Helena, "Yeah, I can understand that. I get it. I think it's sweet. It's a good thing to hold onto." ... "Uh--just let us know when you start househunting, ehn?"

He chuckles.